The rest -- the woods, the house, and the furnishings therein -- she left all in my care. These I would use until I too eventually heeded the call to travel out into the world. Kara wiped a tear from my cheek and we shared a parting, passionate kiss. “The time has come for the student to become the mistress,” she said with pride in her voice. “The things you must now learn can only be done when out from under my protective wing.” I forced a grim smile, understanding that I had to acquire a sense of self-reliance. “Hone your powers in these woods,” Kara continued. “Experience the joys of teaching your own apprentice. Then -- when you are ready -- explore the world. Wonders abound outside your tiny town of Westmoor. Study with the Shaolin of east, or seek out the voodoo priests of the Caribbean. Unearth for yourself the brutal savagery of the lost Aztecs, and marvel at the forgotten powers hidden in the shifting sands of Egypt. The ancient Druid sects, the Knights Templar -- delve into their secrets, and claim their power as your own.” I promised her solemnly I would, knowing the path before would take decades, if not centuries, to masturbation complete. Kara gazed into my eyes, seemingly able to read my mind after all our years together. “Our kind exists as a mockery to the passage of time,” she reminded. “A mortal lifetime is but a temporary dalliance to us. And know that you can always find me when you wish. We are forever bonded, you and I. Seek me with your heart, and you will know the direction you must travel.” Eyes misting, I bit my lower lip, trying to keep my emotional response in check. Placing a foot in the stirrup, my mistress swung herself gracefully up into the saddle. “I have left you a gift,” she said with a twinkle in her eye. “Your first apprentice, if she sparks your fancy.” I turned and looked in the direction of her gaze. There, on the porch of the small cabin, stood a petite young lass, straining the confines of a scandalously short floral-pattern summer dress. As if she could feel my gaze upon asian her, she turned towards me and offered a cheerful wave. She was a stunning little redhead with adorable freckles. She couldn’t have stood more than five-foot-two on her tallest day, and well under a hundred pounds, soaking wet. But my goodness, she was amazingly well put together. I instinctively shifted my vision to the spectrum of magical sight. The little vixen positively radiated a throbbing glow of shimmering hot pink, swirling in rippling, rhythmic patterns about her body, almost a mirror of my own insatiable, pulsating magical aura. My heart rate and breathing increased noticeably. “Miss Annabelle,” my Mistress offered by way of introduction, just japanese a hint of pride creeping into her voice as she noticed my obvious level of interest. “Goodness... she... she looks like a lively little morsel,” I observed. “Oh, amateur she’ll be a handful,” Kara promised, “an absolute firecracker.” I swallowed nervously. “Perhaps I should go and introduce myself,” I pondered in a breathless tone. “I think perhaps you pussy should,” Kara agreed with a grin, gently urging her mare into motion, clip-clopping sedately down the narrow forest lane. I watched her longingly until she rounded the first winding bend, disappearing from view. "Something doesn't feel right. Just as she pussy put the tip of my dick in her mouth we both hear the balcony screen door open and Mr. Coleman ask, “Is Kelly ok James?” Kelly pops my dick out her mouth and I try as fast as I could to put my dick japanese back in my pants. Fleur grabbed her hand and led her over to the tub. I offered Roger a menu that had no prices on it. And that was totally unacceptable, as far as I was concerned--because deep down inside, I desperately needed for that "other guy" to be me . The bottom line was that I needed to have sex with asian someone on a regular basis--even if that "someone" was another guy , instead of a girl. “Good, Kristy, very good,” Kara praised. She had several scratches and bruises on her legs, but they were still long shapely gams accentuated by her sexy platform heels and painted toenails. “Heh, I bet Mia wishes she was standing in front of me right now.” “You are welcome, for sure some one must leash Niky a little, she is so spoiled and she is the last one on the planet who can judge anyone else,” I commented. “Is that why you have a hard on? She pumped idly, almost teasing me. I took some deep breaths to relax. I got a real buy on it, since it was 50 years old and needed updating. Tell me.* I pressed on the cotton, feeling her bush beneath along with her passion. I wasn't going anywhere. Till she reached back to my butt, again soft bites and kisses on my butt chicks then she moved my butt chicks apart and licked between my butt chicks and my anus. Ashley finally pulled herself off of the purple monster, then masturbation pulled the other end out of Nikki. "Have you ever kissed a woman?" She's feeling really uncomfortable or something. Me! Kaylie jumped up off of Hank’s lap and grabbed Tyshawn’s hand. “Ooooh, Mistress, oooo...” amateur Mandy moaned. I worked back down her body dragging my cock down her stomach then across her still dripping pussy. “Aingeal!” a voice thundered above.