She is a pathetic little creature but she does have good tits. Not like mine at all. Mine were always too small and I never did anything about it."We ...sat there looking at each other and my thought was focused on my very own Patricia who was unlikely to ever meet up with me again unless by accident.This one was attractive.Of that there could be no doubt, but she did not have that cold brush of "bitch" my Patricia was born with and used it like a machine gun to mow down male admirers. No, this. Apparently she was out on a "girls night" and she had a friend covering for her. So when she showed up she was dressed in a black dress that obviously hadn't been worn in quite a while. It was very modest knee length with black 3 inch heels and taupe pantyhose. I was already hot for her and didn't waste time I pinned her against the door and kissed her deeply. My hands grabbing her ass and pulling her too me. As our kiss broke, "Happy to see me", she giggled. "I'm sleeping at Jane's , so I'm. His stubbled chin, his thinning brown hair which was fast receding, leaving his broad forehead exposed. She stretched a leg across his thigh and started to knead the fleshiness of his nuts with her knee, while still looking at his face. She saw a smile appear and moved her leg upwards slightly, so that her knee pinned his cock against his belly. She continued to rub against him until she felt his stickiness on her knee and upper thigh. She was wet. Soaking wet. She placed one arm on the other. Elise got from her knees shaking her head, she was covered in charred chunks of something, she noticed a burnt skull on the floor and started laughing hysterically.One of the Sorceresses got up and looked over to her, she watched as a Elise grabbed the skull laughing."My lady what happened?" She asked."He killed himself trying to escape!" Elise said holding up the skull."But he was immortal?" The sorceress said."Yes well we only had his word that we couldn't kill him, If I had known all it took.