It felt a bit stiff. Probably because of a wrong sleeping position."What's wrong?" He asked. "It's nothing. A little case of stiff neck. Nothing to wo...ry about," I said."I can give you a massage," he offered. I saw "desire" in his eyes. He probably saw it in mine, too.I stood up and brushed the thought aside. "I'm fine, thanks. This is nothing." I stood up and went to the living room. Sat on the sofa and picked up a box, opened it, just to diffuse the "heat" between us. The box had some of my. Biting her earlobe …biting at her neck from behind..kissing her lips..and pressing and cuddling her boobies..it was great start for our live game…Then I made her turn we kissed each other passionately and I lifted her and moved to bedroom for core session. I didn’t wanted to lose charm that has made by then.I was enjoying so was my dusky babe. Sooner we found out ourselves eating each other’s parts. We were in 69 position, I was eating her pussy, she was wet too much further I had inserted my. I needed one. I needed to fantasize it was her, to feel her under me, around me.It was a need that became an obsession.I found her about a year after I started looking. God, she could have been Amber's twin! Even down to the pixie toes painted a light pink in the sandals. Her body, was perfect. Her hair was just right, but her eyes were just a bit greyer. I watched her. She flirted with her friends, her short shorts almost showing her cute little butt-cheeks. I got hard imagining slipping them. " Blackmail" I surmised but really suspected witchcraft. Rumorscirculated at the occult bookstore that Irene (alias the Fag-Hag) led afeminist coven of frustrated suburban witches; maybe they chanted'sexual polarity' spells or something."Blackmail is such an ugly word." The Fag-Hag scolded me like akindergarten teacher before adding: "All I really needed was a photo orsomething - just a nice snapshot of our blond haired lover-boy caughtin an ultra-gay moment with my Freddy!"The Fag-Hag was.