She wasn't really sure what to expect next, assuming anything actually happened. She had read about the ancient ritual online, but was now doubting it...would work. That is, until someone spoke from behind her. "Well, well, well..." A smooth voice spoke. Krystal spun around to see a woman standing in the very center of the crossroad, directly over the spot where she had buried the box. She wore a black leather jacket, biker boots and tight blue jeans with a tight tank-top; her dark hair was long. We chatted about the night for a while, in particular making fun of one of the dicks that we always see at the bar. I got up and went to the kitchen to grab a bottled water from the fridge. The guys followed and snatched some more beers. They were drinking like crazy, but I knew they did it all the time and could handle it. I was still feeling pretty good, enjoying a pretty nice buzz. We were all laughing and having a great time as it approached 3am in the morning. I was surprised that none of. I wasn't sure what it meant, but I assumed it was a lucky symbol or something a friend had done for free for some practice. I had my hands under her ass pulling my face into her pussy, shoving my nose into that little tattoo as she came. Her muscular thighs squeezed my head as she squirted all over my face. I nearly came myself as she gave me her lady-facial. I had dreamed about being crushed between those thick, muscular thighs. As she came down from her orgasm I thought I heard her say. I led her to my bed and she laid down on her belly. I kneeled over her and kissed all her body. She opened her legs to give me better access to her cunt. First only my fingers run through her ass cheeks to her pussi. This I did with my tongue, too. Before I first contacted her pussi with my tongue I kissed and licked her ass hole. She replied with moans of excitement. I turned her around and started to lick her fresh shaved cunt. I had her close to orgasm when she said: "Let's do a 69." I.