I had heard of an all-black club - a bar - in the rural countryside and determined to go find it. That was not much of a problem.It was the only build...ng on a lonely stretch of road near the coast. Nothing elaborate, just a wooden building with a big, gravel, sand and shell parking lot. No exterior lights, shaded windows. I parked my van at the end of a row of other vehicles.Went into the club and straight to the bar like it was home. The club was busy. About a dozen guys, three hot looking. He was a very good-looking man and I was happy that I had inherited some of his genes. I had seen him in the shower room at the YMCA many times and realized that I inherited my "maleness" from him. I also realized after seeing Mikey that it ran in the family. "Dad, which car should I take?" I asked."Take the Impala, Bob," he answered. "Be sure to check the oil though. It's been leaking a little and I need to take it into the shop." Okay, Dad. And, while I'm asking, you have any cash on you," I. Justneed to find a witch or warlock coven..." That won't be fast enough," Katherine interjected. "It's Whissie magic.A witch or warlock coven might take weeks to find the right counterspell.Not many people know about Whissies and even less had the guts to studyit to create spells to counter it. You need a Whissie coven that you cantrust." That I can trust? Every one of them I meet so far was crazy!" Arnoldexclaimed."Not everyone. I am different. And my coven too," Katherine. Amy could feel the older woman's ripe breasts crushed against the bare flesh of her flat abdomen and her outthrust cunt. Roberta's nipples were hard and pulsating against her flesh, even through the woman's top. Amy let her hands come down into Roberta's soft, dark curls. Her fingers gently moved through them in a clumsy reciprocal caress."That's nice," Roberta encouraged. "Your hands are very gentle." Somehow, Amy realized, Roberta knew she'd never done this with a woman before.Amy grew bolder.