I guess part of it was that my husband didn't want me anymore; he liked to hit me, so my head told me I deserved to be taken and used like a slut.It b...ecame very complicated, a sort of mixture of the need to be punished mixed with the sexual arousal that was all but consuming me. When a black man looked back at me, that made me feel better. He wanted me; why didn't Bobby?So I began to frequent places where I would be able to see or interact with the men in my fantasies. The local supermarket was. However, what drew myattention at the moment wasn't just her snicker, but the fact that myother sister Evie wasn't with her."Damn." I looked around, suddenly feeling paranoid and with goodreason.I carefully examined the area around me, though I didn't see any signof Evie...not that I really expected to. Evie had inherited a versionof our mom's powers...but where Mom could make other people seethings...Evie could make people NOT see her. It wasn't trueinvisibility since she didn't bend light. I was kind of scared to see Jaya there so close to me when my wife was there in the house. While taking the clothes from my hands, she reached out with one hand into my towel and held my limp dick and pressed it once and let go. And she turned and started walking away.That’s all it took for my dick to spring back to life. I stood there with an erection again, watching Jaya walk away from me. I saw her buttocks dance on each step which made the erection even stronger. She swayed her hips. Until my hands reached her buttocks. Here they rested, kneading the buttocks from below, fingers nearly touching pussy and butt hole.I parted my lips, running my flat tongue up her slit – bottom to top, parting the lips and just brushing the clit at the juncture of inner and outer lips. She moaned and bent her knees slightly to get me to apply more pressure. This I did. Pressing my upper lip onto the clit, whilst my tongue (still flat at this time) started running up her slit in long firm.