" You know," Karen commiserated. "isn't it funny how easily you can come to except all this super natural mumbo jumbo stuff after it's touched you." T...he remarkable encounters both women had recently experienced had forged an even stronger bond of friendship between the two of them and Karen felt completely comfortable airing out even her most personal thoughts or dilemmas."I've always held a spiritual conviction about there being a God, but I've never really considered Satan as a solid entity. Then she looked at herself in the mirror. She still couldn't believe what they were going to do tonight, and what she was wearing.Jen was wearing the lingerie that she had worn on her wedding day, under her wedding dress. Ivory white bustier with garter straps, lacy panties and ivory stockings. She even wore the ivory satin heels from her wedding day. Everything still fit. In fact, as she looked in the mirror, she proudly thought that she looked better today than on her wedding day.She had. The way she was licking my dick was so beautiful. She brought her mouth to my hard rock penis and touched the tip with her tongue. She wrapped her lips around my dick head and slowly started moving her mouth up and down. I moaned, as my cock was fully hard now. I could feel the cum building inside me. She sucked faster and faster until i was about to cum. She deep throated my cock and soon she swallowed it all and smiled at me. How was your first BJ Amazing&hellip, I said, I was breathing. Hearing footsteps, I stopped fingering and stood near the hand sink.After the makeover, Ramola walked out looking gorgeous, with parts of her hair coloured bronze. She looked sexy even in regular jeans and a t-shirt.Me: When I heard ‘colour’, I didn’t think of highlights.Ramola: Me too, but it suits me.My cock did all the talking for me. It was up at 90 degrees. Ramola put her soft hand in my briefs and squeezed my shaft to check its hardness. I held her small ears and kissed her vehemently..