She kissed me on the mouth and whispered "Thank you baby" when her time was up. I remember thinking that now I was the girl who didn't say no to the g...irl who doesn't say no.My second was a really nerdy type of guy. I'm sorry if that sounds mean, but it's the best way to describe him. "You don't have to if you don't want to, but please just make it sound like you do." I was quite noisy. He came fairly quickly. There I was with a mouthful of "nerd goo" and I realized there was nowhere to get rid. Standing near the altar were the witch woman and her acolyte, though they did not appear to be in control of this event, merely honored spectators.In the center stood one of what Ankneela had come to call “the feathered-ones” - a statuesque older woman d****d in a cloak that was completely covered in white feathers. She had seen them occasionally on her wanderings through the village. The other women accorded them obvious respect. Although they always seemed to pay her close attention, she had. There were many days when I imagined Stacy in a T-shirt but initially I never saw her in anything that revealing and hot. It wasn't only Stacy's nice large tits that were arousing; she also wore some perfume called "Temptation" or "Seduction" that was absolutely an aphrodisiac. I could be sitting at my desk working hard and Stacy could walk by me, I'd catch a whiff of her perfume and I'd be instantly hard, my mind totally off of work and on taking her to bed.Stacy kept her pretty blonde hair. I breathed it in. She lifted herself off, turning around, arching above me like the Egyptian sky goddess Nut, dipping to swallow the raging red sun in the west; I saw the stars in the night outside the bedroom window as I felt her mouth pushing back my hood and sucking the first pearls of milky cum from my jade rod, I breathed out. She turned again to my lips and I feel her tongue inside me with my own earthy seed which I let run down my throat. We lay empty for a space of time unknown, and I.