Circe was a tall blond woman, about twenty five, who seemed to be from somewhere in St. Louis county.“Just go up north on 67, we'll get to Lofton on...that,” Naamah said.Alex started the old car up, ground it into gear and pulled out, with the other part of the coven following in their hearse, and then Father Derry.They drove north through Alton and went up towards Lofton.Lofton was a small town and there were lots of kids out trick or treating on the sidewalks, some of them stared at the two. I wasn't sure I could imagine anything else ever measuring up; even if I somehow managed to make it with someone who could match her skills in the bedroom, I was unsure every single moment would be so note-perfect.I killed the lights in my room and sank back into my bed, staring up into the darkness. I spent the night in a fitful sleep, awoken by nothing. Well, not by nothing; I was catapulted into wakefulness once by a sex dream. Nothing terribly unusual there, except that the dream was. That was so hot." He climbed down to my wet slit. A silly smirk came his way. "Eat that pussy, Mitch." "I'm not stopping until you cover my face." His tongue hurriedly entered my cherry and my hands made an even faster trip to his head. My mouth opened up as my lungs felt like they were trampled on. "Oh, fuck." His tongue moved around quite fiercely, which caused me to twitch. My arms zoomed up and bolted back down. "Mitch, keep going!" My body leaned up. My hands zipped to his head and his. Her younger bulkier sister Heppi stood with her. Quiet as usual, she laid back against the wall. Her gut, shoulders, and thighs bulged with more than just muscle. Despite her size, she was pretty flat chested. Heppi had grown from a tomboy into a woman who could be mistaken for a large man. She wore little more then a shift but her body didn’t look sexy in it at all. She looked more like a rough middle aged woman ready to scold her man. Some men wanted her, but they were the kinkier or.