I reach the alcove, my attention leaving the mirror and resting on the book. It’s a fairly thick tome bound in leather dyed a deep red. Embossed on ...he front cover is the title, “Grimoire of the Lust Mage.” Intrigued, I pick up the book and give it a closer look. The lack of a blurb on the back only stands to increase my curiosity. This isn’t my first rodeo with smutty literature, and the idea of a sex wizard tickles me, so with a small smile I open up to the first page.I am slightly. Brian, I don't know what I want to happen. I want Theresa to not be hurt but I don't think we're in it for the long haul together. You know? She's sixteen. I'm seventeen. I don't think either of us thought we were going to get married or anything. But then when we were put in the casa together, it just seemed like it had all been decided already and we were stuck with each other." Is that when you noticed Pam practically worshiping the ground you walk on?" I asked."No. I'd noticed before. I. She gave a cunning look and said: “Don’t pretend you knew noting. You’re a post graduate.I promised I seriously don’t know that and I then asked do you have pubic hair? What! She replied it was more of an exclamation than a question. Looking at her reaction, I was scared to death and thought of saying no, noting but I could not resist. I again repeated the question. She didn’t reply and left the room to kitchen. All this time, beautiful models in bikinis are walking down the ramp in the 32”. “Yes,” she moaned in response, bringing her hands to her own hair and pulling to ease the almost unbearable exquisiteness of what she was feeling. He rose up on his knees, wrapping his hands under her legs and pulling her into him. This raised her ass up. It rested the lower part of her thighs around his waist and opened her to him more. He licked at his finger before smoothing it over her clit. There had been no need, she was so wet it literally leaked out of her. He pumped his finger inside.