The area is a warren of dirt roads and crossroads juke joints. She couldn't or wouldn't tell me exactly where we were ... and I'm not sure she knew bu... the music coming out the door was raw and heartfelt.Howlin' Wolf - One Night Only read the hand scrawled poster just outside the door. October 15th 1930 was the date and we stepped inside. I believe that was the beginning of the legend that wrote the song, Black Magic Woman in the late Sixties.We stayed for the night. She paid with a twenty. Every step of the way was a reminder of how close she’d been to climaxing. Her pussy seemed to be screaming at her to propel herself over the top and have it done with. There was damp on the insides of her thighs, and she was convinced everyone could see.Actually, in her light skirt and top, she felt naked, or at least as if she may as well have been. Men looked, spying her erect nipples which couldn’t have been more conspicuous. Perhaps they all had x-ray vision, able to see straight through. He wrapped Mia’s leg around his waist and slipped his muscular thigh between hers. Mia was unable to hold back a loud moan as he ground into her. The moment was intoxicating, even though there was a lower concentration of alcohol in her blood stream than on previous encounters. She breathed in the fading scent of his cologne and gripped on to his shoulders, as his kisses became more ravenous. His urges made him want to push the boundaries even further, but Jesse’s own conscience was. Maybe it was just as well that Carrie decided to be a spoil sport.Back on the boat, Carrie continued to read and drink, finishing off another bottle of sweet water. She was feeling more relaxed and happy now for some reason, her previously sour mood lessened somewhat. Glancing around she noticed that Kanye and Devonne both glancing at her side ways while they busied themselves around the boat. She also couldn’t help but notice a rather large bulge in each of their shorts. Hmm, so they like what.