Ever since they’d move south after graduation, things seemed so surreal. Katie Lynn Frasier was a Midwestern girl, and certainly not from the kind ...f old family money her husband was. Her accent made her an easy target for a never ending stream of “Yankee” jokes, and she could hardly understand the older black staff that worked at her in-law’s house. It was like a different country in the south, and that included the language. Still she wished that Jackson didn’t have to work so much. Her. It matters very little to me. Regardless, the mark was now in a dim state. I’m told they have dreams about something pleasant.. usually a favorite sexual encounter. with the stone glowing the same soft pink as the smoke drifting from her nose, I set about the next part. Her husband was to arrive in just under an hour, so I needed to work quickly. Next came a vial of milk and a few drops of a green concoction I’d learned to boil. I popped the cork on the vial and dripped it in.. The milk boiled. Lee was amused as Justin redirected rocks and made a very pretty wave pattern with the rocks.“Hey, Lee, how about we add an arch to match?” Justin said.“Sure, why not,” Lee replied. She looked at the pile of rocks left and noticed for the first time most of the stones left were pink and green quartz type rocks. She suspected Justin had put them aside. He seemed to have a real knack with shifting rocks.The three of them lifted them up and dropped them at the other end. Justin flashed a pattern. I gently parted opened her pussy lips with my fingers, treating them like some beautiful blooming flower pedals for easy entry of my fat monster cock into this fabulous piece of moist heaven, I love it when there's a difference in temperature between my cock and the pussy I'm fucking, wow, I've always have loved that sensation, that feeling is priceless. She still remembers this fondly, how gentle I was and how excited it felt when I entered her, (probably also because others would have just.