Tony stares at the triangle of lacy material in front of him, the white panties contrasted with the olive skin of her thighs and stomach. He leans for...ard and presses his nose into her softness, revelling in the muskiness and after a few seconds, stands to move around behind her. The material of the white thong plunges in between her ass cheeks and Tony gropes them unhindered by fabric for the first time. He drags a finger under the material and runs it down between her cheeks, persuading the. Brenda’s clothes clung so nicely to it; Iknow because I watched it just as much as everyone else didwhen she walked down the hall at school.Brenda and I loved to play little sexy games when we were inpublic. Like at school, we would go into a stall in thebathroom and finger each other. Then we would switchpanties. During the next class, I would push the wet crotchof her panties in me. What a turn-on it was to smell herpussy on my fingers and know her warm girl-cum was mixingwith. Now you come to me?” Brandi pulled at the medallion, “How do I stop this? How do I break the curse?” The hooded lady's eyes glowed like her families had, “Ye shall reap what ye sew.” Brandi shook her head, “No! Please. I beg you.”The hooded lady floated above her, “Harlot! You came to us. You bared yourself and touched us with your sex. You offered yourself to us.” Brandi thought back to the first time she was there. At the wreck. Her selfie with the big wooden penis. It was just a spontaneous. He was startlingly handsome. I could feel him looking me up and down and had the feeling that things were starting to look up. I felt all tingly. “Thank you for the drink,” I said and curtsied to try to break the ice. The drinks had hit me harder than I knew, though and I stumbled a little. The lady caught me. “Sit down,” he said, without smiling. His voice was stern, but not mean. He had a slight accent. I sat down on the bench. He sat next to me and I felt his eyes examining me. I sat up.