She made sure that he was comfortable and not in any danger of limbs falling asleep, and then she began...She touched him softly, gently, everywhere, ...tarting at his ankles and moving upwards. But not touching his balls or cock. She nuzzled into the crook of his neck and licked down along his collarbone, while her hands traced intricate patterns on his hips and thighs..Her nails gently scratching him. His erection was full and standing out before him, she took the moment to get down on her. His hips started going wild. He hadn’t made love with a woman in months and was more turned on than he could ever remember being. ‘Can’t wait!!! Oh, God!! Feels too good!! I can’t wait!!!’ Helen couldn’t wait, either. Her body yearned for release. ‘Take meeeeee!!! Joe!!! Please!!! Take meeeeee!!!!!’ she cried, her hands raking his back, her legs locking behind his. ‘Nowwwwwwww!!!! Nowwwwwww!!!! Nowwwwwww!!!! Joe!!! Oh, God, Joe!!! I’m commmminnnnnnggggggg!!! Please!! Please!!! Take me. .I athked h-h-her to t-t-try the l-l-locket on, and she went from being a rich bitch to begging me to let her thuck me off!" Yeah..and it works in reverse, too." Soapy said. Was he looking at Crow?"And you promithe that the effect won't go away?" Orvard asked eagerly.Soapy laughed. "Not as long as it's been rented out, but you better pay me anyway, bub."Orvard handed Soapy the card, and Soapy muttered "One thousand dollars, and ran the card through, handing it back.Crow gasped. A thousand. Marcus inquired, “You like that, bitch?”“Yep,” Jerome confirmed. “You coulda told a nigga it was a dude though.”“My bad.”“It’s cool. I still fucked him. He’s a pretty li'l sissy.”The game started. Anton and Shawn arrived at the door just ten seconds after kickoff. Anton knew Marcus had invited a faggot over. Anton was a burly, six-foot-nine-inch nigga. He had played basketball at a Division Two college before getting arrested armed robbery. He got released from prison eight months earlier. He.