“What time do you get off?” I said. “I get off in an hour and I expect to get you off 30 minutes later.” She huskily replied. “I’ll be r...ght here waiting darling.” She kept coming down my end of the bar to get clean glasses. Every time she bent over I got the greatest view. My cock was growing in my pants. I knew I was getting lucky tonight. One time when she bent over the steam from the washer enveloped her and she looked absolutely stunning and mysterious. She got off and we headed out. When she entered the house, she was greeted to many men and women having what looked like a fur orgy. Both men and women alike were wearing furs, whether it was a scarf, a hat, or a floor length coat, someone was wearing fur. The host of this event; a large ebony man roughly 6 feet tall, seemingly sculpted from head to toe, not one part of him was out of shape. He had dreadlocks that came down to his chest and wore nothing but his favorite thing in the world; a floor length silver fox fur coat. .. love you. It's ok, they're not upset. You were meant to forget them.'The light flowed towards me, slowly, timidly. I sensed it was trying its best not to alarm me. As it flowed into me, I felt a sense of power building stronger than I had ever felt before. I mentally slapped my forehead in frustration at my stupidity. I knew who Victoria was; I should have realized what this light was. This was what I had called; it just didn't appear as I expected. I laughed with joy, feeling in awe at such. “You know,” Jenny said, “In the end, it is all about sex.”Martin was stunned. Thinking about her assessment, he had to admit, that it made sense. “I guess you are right. Mom fucking Uncle Vince, Dorothy fucking other guys, just sex, sex, sex.”“Martin?” Jenny nearly whispered.“Yeah?”“Have you done anything yet?” She asked, “With a girl I mean.”That brought Martin to a stop. Open mouthed he stared at his sister, unsure if she had really just asked that question. Unlike many other guys his age,.