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 fetish 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 Brunette 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 BDSM 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. Audrey had made small tits the executive decision that an opportunity to connect with the ethereal plane beyond this world and make contact with a paranormal entity was, perhaps, the definition of ‘emergency.’ After all, the city-wide thunderstorm raging outside was, as everyone knew, a veritable superconductor for spiritual chakras – or, something like that. “This is fucking stupid,” Giselle snapped, “one of you is going to move the– oh, fuck,” the heavy-set black girl gasped as the diminutive, seemingly plain scrap of wood shuffled across the board. All four girls kept blowjob their silence as they collectively flicked back and forth between looking at the piece and the other three faces they could see, only quicker this time. Steadily, the planchet made its way toward a letter on the board. I know matt wouldn’t want me to get burnt down there either! I bend forward and try to locate Emily's pussy with my head, I feel her thigh and re-position myself at her pussy. Lizzie blowjob looked stricken and about to cry. How the fuck did she find out?" Rachel was a very pretty girl as well. Carna's mighty arms tensed around the two women she carried, her fire haired lover grasping her form as she stared into the shrieking distance, the now unconscious Sunflower hanging limply over the amazon's shoulder; Lily screamed, "Oh god, Carna don't stop!" 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