"She pointed toward the graves: "father?"He nodded again and frowned. "Yes, Father."She seemed to get lost in thought so he continued. "My village Sha...an said the spirits wanted us to attack the strange ones, is that true? Do you want us to attack the strange ones?"She seemed to think for a bit before answering. "I am not spirit, I am person."Her speech was rough and slow like she was thinking up the words, he shook his head. "That's not true, I saw you use magic. Only the Spirits can do what. She sucked again, harder, and the sperm passed into Barbara's mouth. The black girl went wild, never having felt the pleasure of another woman eating her slit before. She orgasmed, shaking while Barbara ate the cum from her hole. The black girl's love juices flowed into Barbara's mouth too, as she sucked and sucked on the young black cunt. Finished sucking out the sperm, Barbara looked up at the girl, her boyfriend holding his girl's shuddering body, and asked. "Do you suck your man's cock?". It drove through crumbling villages and past endless knee-high walls that were meant to protect them from a dive into the lake.The twilight had a golden touch. The sun had already sunk behind the mountains, but the sky still held on to the light. It painted a myriad of feathery clouds in a shade of apricot.Angique sat in the corner of the tan leather seat. She had her legs pulled under her. She wore a black silk dress that clung to her body. It seemed simple. The top was straight with narrow. ”“How do you figure?” Tartas asks, not believing that he is going to be blamed for something that clearly is not his fault.“You insist asking me stupid questions when I’ve already explained that I need to go through,” the girl explains hastily.“They are riddles,” the sphynx corrects. “They are not questions.”“Is there a difference?” the witch asks.“Yes.”“What is it?”“Well, for one...” Tartas stops and looks down at the young witch with unsympathetic eyes. “If you do not know the difference then.