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Sisterhood of Sin -- 30 -- Ding Dong, the Witch is Dead

Date: 2/9/2016, Categories: Lesbian, Author: LastWife, Rating: 5, Source: LushStories

continue my duties on the Red Council. As we are leaving the hot tub, Kyra asks if I need anyone to be with me tonight. "No, that's okay. Marta will be there for me." "I mean for... warm company." Kyra and Celine have been bunking together on this trip and I'm sensing that both are quite happy with that. "Um, I won't be cold." Her eyes widen. "Marta?" "Sleep tight with Lini, Ky. No telling when you'll see her again." "You naughty girl." She's smiling. We're not supposed to get involved with our bodyguards, but our hearts want what they want. I crawl into bed and Marta asks whether I need privacy. "No, Love, I'm craving company tonight." "Good. I know that had to hurt." "It did but... it's the end of my rebirth. When I publish this story, the cat will be out of the bag, but by then, they won't know what to believe." She crawls under the covers with me and we snuggle. "You're tense, Love. Let me rub your back and neck." I roll onto my belly and she mounts my ass. It's a little awkward for her because we're on the bottom bunk of a double bunk set and she has to duck low to keep from rubbing against the underside of the top bunk. I feel her coarse orange bush rubbing into the valley of my ass, a sensation that ignites my desire. She kneads my neck and shoulder muscles until the strain from the moose hunt relaxes out of them. I say, "Enough.", when I feel her wetness rub against my ass. She drops down onto my back and I can feel her nipples like cool hard stones against my skin. ... Her knees push in between mine, spreading my legs just enough. She humps her mound against my ass, a motion that she knows I enjoy as much as she does. The feel of her hard muscular thighs as they rub against my ass cheeks is so masculine. She won't use a strap-on with me. She knows that I like the feel of her strong, tall, lean, athletic body without falsehood of any sort. She's clean of tattoos and piercings, except for her ear lobes, and I keep artistic photos of her beautiful body parts on my cell phone to admire when I'm alone. Our fifteen year age difference and my mature cougar body seem to delight her. She rolls off my back and I mount her, straddling her hips and kissing her lovely face. The new me has pubic hair, though I keep it short and trimmed into a small 'v'. I rub it into her nest against her hard prominent mound. I lie with my weight on top of her and begin to cry. She knew it was coming and she hugs me tenderly until my sobs stop, the way Dan would. She has let me cry on her with each major stage of grieving over the loss of Cate. When the sobs are finished, the heat in my firebox has not abated and I slowly slide down her body until my lips take possession of one of her hard nipples. I roll to the side, keeping my grip with my lips as I slip my hand down until I can dip my middle finger into her silky, slippery, wet, pussy lips. "Oh, Cathy. Now you'll get all tense again." "You complaining, Love?" "Nope. I'll just rub your back again, and then... Oh, yeah. ...