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“Well, what is it trying to say to us?” A peal of thunder barked outside, and a flash of blue-white light consumed the solitary dormer window stuck indian in a recess of the musty attic. Accompanied by a four-part harmony of shrieks, the girls leapt in surprise. A fine misting of dust puffed up from in between the aging floorboards as the quartet made it back down into their own respective skins. Each of the girls looked at the other with their own flavor of a stunned expression. Claire would be the first one to speak, a smile cracking across her expression as she spoke. “Holy fuck, it’s crazy that just happened, right?” Claire giggled excitedly. She reached up and wrapped her one of her redheaded pigtails around a finger. Audrey recognized this, being her oldest friend, as one of Claire’s nervous habits. Audrey took that particular gesture as a ‘win’ for her, because nobody seemed to be taking the night’s proceedings seriously – at least, not nearly as serious as she knew it was. “Yeah, we picked the best night to be doing this,” Audrey began, “so let’s get back to it. Everyone, get your hands back on the planchet. Giselle, Hunter, come o– ” “The planet?!” Giselle blurted, a laugh behind her words. “What the fuck? I just want to play this game. No need to get all metaphysical ‘n shit.” “This is serious, Giselle! It’s not a game– and it’s called the planchet,” Audrey pleaded while snatching the triangular piece of balsa wood up off of the not-a-game board. She wiggled it back and forth in the round, ebony-hued face of her friend as if that was going to drive her point home. Giselle smacked away the grubby mitt in her face with an indignant look, then rolled her eyes. “Whatever, Audrey. Let’s just keep playing this game,” Giselle muttered acquiescently. “It’s not– okay, fine. Let’s just go,” Audrey replied as she smacked the planchet back onto the center of the board. Following her lead, the other three girls returned their first fingers to the surface of the varnished wood implement and resumed doing what they were doing earlier – sitting cross-legged, huddled around the board, waiting. The four girls swapped between looking at each other and looking at the piece of wood. They were all waiting for it to slide in a decidedly paranormal fashion over to some meaningful symbol, letter, or word on the Ouija board. The board itself was illuminated by a singular candle that Audrey’s mother had forbade her from using in circumstances that weren’t emergencies. The stream of piss stopped, l watched her wipe her dripping pee hole, when she came out l pretended to be looking for something in my tool bag. From the neck, up, anyway, though I understand you share something in common down below.” Was that lace? Tomorrow I will have everything sorted out with contracts ready. Was that true? Can you handle Mom and me?” I grabbed his shirt and pulled it up his body. “Yep,” I said as I covered my breasts with my dress. I don't know what to do next. I couldn’t believe she was going behind her sisters back. “My exploration became a… problem, in some ways, and my dad eventually intervened. It was incredible. It was one of the Jamaican stewardesses. The bags were opened before I took possession to ensure I received what i was signing for. She followed his lead and pressed her small tongue back into his. You're making me feel wonderful.” Dr. Ronda tells us that she will stay overnight at the very minimum but may end up staying as long as a week. She sucked the last of indian the cum out of my girl-dick. It felt like Derrick was pushing something larger than her actual body into her ass, like the dildo was going to poke out of her stomach if he pushed it any further. “Oh Baby, that was so hot. She moaned and rubbed herself against me. After only a few moments, she pushed down on my shoulders and I took the hint.