She gasped and turned her head to stare at me in shock. "Don’t look at me like that. You're the one at fault. How am I supposed to keep my distance ...ow? I always thought I was a bad sister for wanting to touch you. I thought I'd take away your innocence. Well, you're not so innocent anymore, are you? I have nothing to lose but your trust in me but I'm a little too mad at you to care right now. How come he gets to do this to you when I don’t? Look at your knees. They are so red from the. Dont worry though, all is well my gay boy queer, all you have to do is solidify the spell and leave your offering as a "Thank You" to the VooDoo Power...Yes I am telling you the spell to take your sexuality and leave you a flaming fag and raging homo has ALREADY started... You WILL notice any time now and through out the completion of this assignment... That you notice strange feelings... Thats part of the spell working and the Voodoo Power...The only thing that is left to do is for you to jerk. "Why do I fucking come here?" my mind screams.Once I get in, I remember. As snotty as they seem, they still intrigue me. Lean, slender, elegantly, elegantly coiffured women of all ages seem to be able to walk with their noses in the air; unseeing men around them. Others are on their cell phones; oblivious to anybody around them. Is it them or me? As a young man, driving a Porsche or Corvette, I thought I could approach almost any woman I was interested in. Now, in my seventies, they hardly see. I want to feel you cum, sister dear. You want to be my whore, prove it!”She grinned at me, her hips moving, her pussy rippling. She'd mastered the arts of sex at the temple. She knew every position, every technique to please man or woman. I groaned, feeling the way she worked her pussy on my dick, squeezing, clenching, relaxing, the skill.“Pater's cock!” I groaned, thrusting harder, faster, my balls smacking into her depths. “You are teasing me.”“It's so much fun!” she moaned. “It's a whore's.