Idalia nodded, "Here goes then. This place is known as "Aphrodite's Womb", our legends tell of this being a place of worship back in the time of the o...d Gods. They say that anyone who has a 'spiritual moment' on her altar, shall shortly afterward meet the love of their life."Alice nodded, "So you were fiddling with yourself in the dark on a magic stone. Got it. And when did you notice the creature?" I heard a noise and froze. I could hear breathing of a large creature nearby but I could see. When at last I opened my eyes I was amazed. It didn't really look like I was wearing makeup, but my face glowed, my lashes were long and luxurious and I was very different from my usual self. Then came the comb, brush and curling iron as she stroked my hair to a lustrous sheen and fixed it with a gorgeous carved, wooden butterfly pin.Shooing me out of the chair my lover started on herself, explaining about beard cover and the tricks of the trade she employed. Her makeup was more obvious than. I opened her robe and nuzzled her large, still firm breasts, sucking first one nipple and then the other. She has always taken pride in her sumptuous tits, and she knows they are a surefire turn-on for me, and she moaned faintly in appreciation of my caresses. She held them together for me and I buried my face in them, kissing them one after the other. I moved down her tummy, not as trim as it used to be but familiar, and she thrust her pelvis forward in anticipation and laid her head back on. She and I both knew we were going to fuck, but how and why was more valuable to me than just the cock in the pussy. Owning a woman's mind is much more powerful than their pussy alone. That is what I get off on. The perpetual lust. The need, the want, the insatiability of more.The night speed on and she was at the point of near agony in need of me. Eventually, I conceded and joined her at her home. Admitting she was a player, I told her "What does it matter, what matters is that you are honest.