The little fishing village I was raised in was bulldozed to make way for a luxurious resort for westerners. Me and most of the others did the work; de...troying our own town and building a resort we'd never be able to afford to visit.Now my community has been scattered. My father was the voodoo shaman for the area; he died and I took over the power of the spirits. They guide me. The foreman of the construction team liked me. I was polite, hard-working and well spoken. He told me he would be able. My own need is apparent now and my knickers sport a wet patch in the centre, like a bull's eye representing my target. I’m pleased with myself but feeling equally wild. “Is my little girl nice and wet?” you ask me in the condescending tone that arouses me so. You know it arouses me too and when I nod and barely audibly utter the word “yes” it just encourages you. “Are you going to show me?” you say and fucking hell yes I want to show you I think as I brush aside any shyness that’s lingering in. Not with being so close to sinking into her. “Hurry honey, push it into mommy. She needs it so bad.” Moaning once, he shoved his hip forwards and his cock, her son’s phallus, pushed its way into her gooey pussy. “Oh my god baby.” “Mom, mom it so tight.” “I know honey. I know.” Patricia gurgled into moaning. From this moment on, her vibrator would never cut it again Heck, the thing wasn’t as thick or long as her son, and as her pussy squeezed lovingly on his dick, she felt complete. . I worked in the area where the woman lived so she asked me to stop by and pick up the trains.A couple of days later I was working in the area, I work for a fortune 500 company. I called the woman and informed her that I'm minutes away. She had a very soft sexy voice which got me day dreaming of what she looked like. It was around 1pm as I drove through this nice neighborhood. I found the womans home and parked in her driveway. I also noticed the neighbor across the street was sitting in a lawn.