She never visited the north area. She was amazed with the bigcity. She met free Negros, some were born free and some the Masters letthem free.She met... a Negro, who was born in Africa and she was a shaman (awitchdoctor). She was so old, but she was 6' tall and so thin. Shetouched Sally's head and said that this is not right. She said thatSally was a white man, a physician and had 3 children. He was in thefuture, 250 years from now.Sally was shocked. Since the shaman said that she was a male. She wore a white satin robe, tied so loosely at the waist that the corners of her breasts were visible. Her blonde hair was held up in a bun. Her facial features were a bit more mature. But her figure hadn't changed a bit. She still had a killer lower body and a nicer pair of breasts than a woman as toned and fit as she was ought to have had. Iva stood behind me, shielding me from the setting sun's rays. At least, that's how I chose to look at it. You could also say she loomed over me, casting. Entering the bedroom, Seth noticed that she had closed the curtains and turned off the light overhead and now only a dim table lamp was on.Seth’s mouth was open as he saw her naked standing less than 2 feet away from him. She looked tremendous. She moved and placed her hand on his shoulder and so did he. Seth could almost taste the whiskey smell on her breath as they kissed and mingled their lips and tongues. Their bodies rubbed with each other and she could feel his solid erect cock pressing. She seemed responsive to my kiss initially but, after a little moment, pushed me away. "You are too drunk to understand what you are doing" she told me. I began crying at her refusal and then my pussy started dripping as I looked at her. Noticing my juices oozing down along my thighs, she glanced at me in acknowledgement. My legs started shaking and I found myself dripping juice like I never thought possible. Already she could see how I felt and told me to kneel in front of her, I obeyed and.