Wayne looked the other way and a diaphanous mist crowned by the crescent moon low in the sky shifted and gave Wayne the feeling of a person taking sha...pe. He almost ran, but then centered himself. After all, he called them. They should appear if any of this worked. He just wasn’t expecting it to be so literal.He began circling his little pot of incense and chanting the words over again. Now he could feel palpable movement in the air. He found a rhythm to the words he had memorized and practiced. “Does it feel good when I fuck you underwater? Huh, does it?” “Yea, uh, it feels really good, unh.” “What feels really good?” Cindy coaxed. “You fucking me underwater, ung.” “Yea, that’s right.” Cindy thrusted at a steady speed, giving Samantha something to enjoy. “I never had sex with that guy again. But I’ll never forget what he taught me about fucking. He changed me, I used to be this uptight school girl. Nerdy, quiet, sure I was always cute, and when I got into sports, I became sexy, but I. Her shorts fit tight ... damn tight! The hem was folded neatly ... twice, so that the bottom of the folds were right at her sit spot ... you know ... the point where her thighs turns softly into her sweet ass-cheeks. When she bends even slightly, you get just a hint of her little ass. But, that was all fine with me since she has a nearly perfect shape in all respects. As my eyes traveled from her jean shorts upward, I noticed that she was young ... very young. She had long brown hair, and brown. Sexually frustrated, your low self-esteem prevents you from being aggressive on the singles scene.The lousy bastard knew all the hurtful things to say. The constant cracks about your weight, your mammoth breasts all hit home. Every hateful word was like being pounded by a baseball bat but it didn't stop with the utterance. The hurt still lingers long after he has passed from the scene.Your opinion of yourself has sunk so low that you are incapable of making a pass at a man or reacting to one,.