I have internally been freaking out about all this talk of Witches and shit. To my naivety, I just don't understand it and am going with the flow. Bell has filled my head with so much stuff, indian it just freaks me out. In the end, I just go "Okay, this is odd and I knew this was on the cards with me being able to heal my skin and all." The train is greedily gobbling up the track going click-clack. We are in Minnesota; it’s just after midnight. We have our beds sorted, full bellies, and are enjoying a few red wines. We have been talking non-stop since we got on the train, keeping to ourselves. Bell is staring at me with her killer green eyes and playing with a glass of wine. She is wearing baby blue hot pants that look like they have been sprayed on her. She is wearing a white bra and an EKO singlet. She is lying sideways on the one little cute little sofa chair on the other side of the cabin. I have on a pair of Bell’s baby blue hot pants that she said were too big for her, but they fit me perfectly. I have on a white t-shirt that says Mine or Yours that I tied up at my belly. I am flicking through a booklet on the history of Amtrak. My mind drifts. I feel I have been through a jungle of emotions and walked out alive. I think Bell had said we were going to a secret lodge called the Blue Owl. Anyway, Bell explained that there are four Witch Covens which are all female and all females are lesbian but do have the choice for pro-creation twice in their lifetimes. Bell’s sweet voice, husky and hot rips me from drifting too far into my head. “Check this out.” She lets softcore the glass drop from her hand, and it doesn’t fall. It floats right in front of her. She moves her index finger, and the glass starts to spin. She holds two fingers up, and the spinning stops. She makes a flicking motion, and the glass starts to move towards me. “Open your mouth.” “Seriously.” “Do it.” “How about I do this.” I whip off my hot pants and top, open my legs and gently rub my pussy. “Shit you are so insane in the brain missy.” The glass floats to my face. The glass is right near my lips. The edge of the glass just near my lips. “Come on, missy, open wide.” “I bet you say that to all the Witches,” I reply. “Nope. Just you. Open your legs wider, keep masturbating, mouth open please.” I do as she commands. I open my mouth up. This feels outdoors so erotic that is nearly blurring my vision. I open my mouth, and the glass tips and red wine drops into my mouth. I see, a godling, this will be enjoyable after all." She took the other half of the peanut butter and jelly sandwich and began eating it to help her control her reaction. It was finally Mandy's turn, I kissed her and wished her good luck. I set the deck up so that Jim would win the guys hands and Connie would win the girls hands and then we waited for the girls to come back. "CRASH" went a car in front as it collided indian into another, as the driver was distracted by Cindy's sexy exhibition at the gas station. "So…" He said almost playfully. Cynthia owned and ran a garden design and landscaping business with a softcore staff of about 25. Finally I found his den, I know it sounded like it took forever to find it, but it really didn’t. I dragged him to one of his really nice leather chairs, turned him around and pushed him into the seat. Around me it’s even busier here now – evening on the galactic standard time, so men are arriving from their day’s labor, and we frequently have to pause to let groups go by. Her ass was no more than a handful and her tits were, did I mention her smile? And without a word I’m forced to watch while my proud sister complies, unresisting, almost overbalancing when she mounts the mattress without the use of her arms. They would stand, beat their chests, and then wrestle for a bit. Soon Kay got Jen off and after she came down, she sat in a chair next to the bed. As you know I have always fantasised about kissing and licking a woman’s arse, and what an arse this one outdoors was. I yelled right back at her, and then stood up and turned around, looking for all my clothing, so that I could get dressed, and get back to work. Even looking directly into the camera. "And sure enough, I felt his hand slowly moving up my thigh, until it eventually ended up on my crotch. About time, he thought, glad that his ability could help her as well. My cock is stiff as a board. The slow movement woke Tracey, who immediately felt an extremely erotic movement on his cock, and thinking he was dreaming, reached down with his left hand and placed it outside his shorts, right on top of Debra's hand. “No, it was just fine.” I assure him. You’ve got the perfect size dick, it fills me up without hurting at all.” Her round breasts rose and fell. The angel wiggled her hips, stirring her juicy pussy around my cock as she rode me. I massaged her legs, kneading her flexing muscles. I looked round as I wiped my cock.