” Not knowing if it was hearing her name or the coolness of the night air, a shiver runs down her spine as she continues her “ritualistic” night...y walk from class to her dorm room.The heels of her shoes making a soft “clicking” sound as she walks on the pavement, she hears the rustling of leaves from behind her. Frozen where she stood, Katie holds her breathe - listening - but hears nothing except the crickets’ nightly serenade. Laughing and commending herself for having such a vivid. Sensitized by the words and by her own fingers gentle stroking, she was more than ready to find release. Checking the time made up Michelles mind for her, she would write just enough to have a good place to pick up from, then she would come back to her account after she finished. Fun thought- that- but she did have the best of intentions. She was just too heated to wait. Focused on his last lines, she could hear his voice in her head, Now, little girl, I am going to bed. You have your. .. Wait you're here to have fun? Older sister have you experienced that which the Earthlings call lady loving. Coupling with one of our own sex? I have and I have found it an amazingly pleasurable thing! We are planning what humans call a sleepover or maybe it's a pyjama party, I get confused with Earth ways sometimes, to amuse the Raven. And we intend much of the lady loving that night. Would you care to join us?" Oh by the gods of Tamaran my little sister is fucking women! About time too sis. I think that I will just call you 'sir.' It's submissive without the servile associations that would bother a black woman like me. Note that I didn't say 'African-American, ' but that's because there is no America anymore. Black fits better again. Now, if you'll excuse me, I'll eat something and wait while you two lovebirds get freaky," Anne teased us both.Sure enough, Sandra bent over for me and I prepared her manually for a second before I slid my cock into her sweet slit again, after weeks.