The image of us naked, me at ten laying on her flashed across my mind then her lips claimed mine.Her generous mouth swamped mine. When we broke a kiss... to breath I went back for more. Then she gave me her tongue. I thought the next time she kisses me under the mistletoe will she use her tongue? Will I be able to feel these tits rolling against my chest again? Her cunt tightened; she was moaning into my mouth when my balls exploded. 'Oh...my God....David...mmmmah.....mmmmah,' her hips thrusting. Placing her head between her knees, she slowly recovered from her playing."Oh, wow! That was the best one yet," she said quietly as she stepped out of the shower, grabbed her towel, and started drying herself off.Davy lay sleeping. Around three in the morning, the headache had finally faded, and he had fallen into a deep sleep. A few hours later, the images started appearing of Cindy in the shower. He felt her playing with herself. He saw her talking, but could not hear what she was. The thug starts to ripple, until he melts into a slighter, curvy, gorgeous blue woman with flaming red hair and a white dress.“You found the ring, huh?” she drawls. You gulp at seeing the gun she has on her hip.“Yeah.” you manage. The woman grins.“Don’t look so afraid. I won’t hurt you.” she promises, smiling.“Are you sure?” you ask warily.“Positive. Do you have a name?” Mystique asks.“Jason Wall.” you respond. Mystique smiles.“Mr. Wall. I believe you have acquired the powers from a ring known. . . Randy got up and sat on the edge of the bed. Her face was turned away from him and he kept stroking her hair and whispering comforting words, over and over . . . Then he stroked her shoulder again, and hersoft, bare arm. His hand was warm; his touch was delicate, deft. Itfelt so good to be caressed by this handsome, understanding boy who washer only friend now. He was right, she mustn't think about what she sawa little while ago in Trish's bungalow; she mustn't let that imageremain vividly.