" She smiled, opened a small wood box and brought forth the key stone. I gently tapped the pieces into place. They did not want to fit. I took out my ...rystal and held it between my teeth as I took the broken pieces in my hands. My crystal made a deep thrumming noise that shook my eyeballs while the pieces squealed, then softened into one tone. A bit of crystal dust fell away from them as they gently socketed together in my hand. My eyes changed focus, seeking out the rifts and divisions between. What? ... A tiny teat or nipple? ... something like that and so slippery. Such comparisons became irrelevant as my touch brought its effect. "Just one or two fingers and gently at first," she instructed breathlessly. Lying beside me she let me explore her anatomy and I quickly learned the technique she enjoyed. In a very short while was rewarded by her cry of joy and that deep, internal shudder, which announces a woman's orgasm, was transmitted to my own body. We lay there for a while then. They wouldn't, of course, if they knew me.Take Mrs. Featherstone, for instance. Her meds knock her out. I slip into her unit every night — she's always first. I used to tip-toe around but ever since I broke a glass once and got it cleaned up without her waking, I don't even bother. Her bedroom has one of the security lights outside shining in so I can see just as if it were daylight. She sleeps through me moving the sheet and lifting her nightgown. She wears granny panties, which I find. She then begs for James to put his big black cock in there. As he slides his big black cock deep inside her she starts to rub her pussy hard getting faster and faster until she squirts everywhere all over the sofa and soaking James's dick. James then rolls her over, grabs hold of her hair and fucks her face until she can barely breathe, gasping for air she her throat is filled with cock. At this time I am stood there stroking my cock, feeling it getting harder and harder, I was getting ready.