"Eleanor of Aquitaine, I am so delighted you have arrived. I am Mother Fa'tin and I am the head of our order," the gray-haired matron intoned, the dar... nipples contrasting with her pale breasts as they pointed down towards Eleanor, "To begin your initiation, you must drink of the cock-fruit and see the future in its visions."Mother Fa'tin uncorked a festooned porcelain jar and extracted a small handful of tiny mushrooms. Crushing the dried fungi with mortar and pestle, she shook the flour into. She was also wearing the fake pearl necklace I had given her on her last birthday, some silver earrings and an ankle bracelet. To top it off she had applied a full set of makeup; eye shadow, lipstick and the works.“Wow!” I told her, “Come over here so I can see you closer.”She pranced over in front of me and raised one stockinged leg to rest on the chair’s armrest, giving me a big smile. Her crotch was only inches away from my face.“You look so grown up,” I told her.“I feel very grown up,” she. Your moans became intense. Your body rocked as orgasm came. Moving my mouth back to your hot wet pussy I ate and drank your juices as fast as you could make them. Your body pulsated with pleasure. We stood up and walked toward your bed. The whole time you walked fingers were deep inside you, each step continued the pleasure. My fingers moved and pumped as you walked the steps to the bedrooms. In your bedroom we kissed, I felt your tongue in my mouth tasting the juices you made. Laying beside. But he’d been aware of the fact that Janie was a good 20 years younger than he. ‘Matt?’ the teary voice said into the phone. ‘Hi, honey,’ he said. ‘How are you doin’, sweetie?’ he then asked. ‘I’m terrible, Matt, just terrible!’ she replied. ‘I know,’ he said, ‘But look, we’ll get through this and see it straightened out, I promise you that.’ ‘Do you hear me?’ he asked then. ‘Yes, sir, Matt, I hear you,’ she responded, falling into her old method of calling him ‘sir’. That part felt good to him.