Laura and her brother were minimalists. The living room had a small sofa and a TV sitting on an antique table nothing more. The dining room had a fanc... finished picnic table, but it was still a picnic table. I found the coffee maker inside one of the almost empty cabinets. It was still in the box. Big surprise there, I thought."Okay where is the coffee?" I said it as I turned. I expected Laura to be anywhere except standing right behind me. I found myself off balance. I almost fell into her.. I'd have to ask her later, but now wasn't the time.As I licked, her moans increased as did her wetness and taste."God, you haven't done this for me in years," she revealed, which made me disappointed in my father. A man should be willing to give if he was going to receive.Although I'm pretty aggressive when I fuck, I love face fucking a woman, shooting a load on a face or a pair of tits and drilling a girl as hard as I can, but I also believe in eating cunt... although I'm usually pretty. She cooed as she felt her hard nipple come in contact with my warm wet tongue, causing her to tingle.Sabrina smiled as she closed her eyes and leaned her head back, enjoying the pleasure treatment I was giving her. Yes, she thought, my friends were going to love him. She lightly gripped fistfuls of my short hair as his mouth suckled her breasts and my finger rubbed her clit. She was in heaven, but she wanted more. She had felt my hard cock pressing against her through my pants for far too. Everything from the weight that held us to the ground to the esoteric channels that allowed magic in all its various forms functioned because of these spirits. They were the power of the rumbling earth. The force of erupting volcanoes. The mighty storms and powerful winds.They were all part of a vast mechanism that used these spirits.And Aingeal repurposed them. She crafted something new out of them. The power I absorbed affected what she created.I supercharged her magic.The beam of purple.