I reached up and slid two fingers in Jen’s sopping wet pussy. She rocked forward and back as Don sucked her nipples, griping my fingers with her tig...t pussy. I reached over with my other hand to and stroked Don’s cock. As Jen rocked back and forth my thumb slid first into the crack of her ass, then up her asshole. I could feel my fingers through the thin walls of her asshole and pussy. I am sure one of the reasons Jen lives with two men is her love of being double penetrated. Don started. He had planned it this way, in keeping with a back to nature look. As long as it did the job it was intended to do. To hold water. And, in a room lit only by candles, it had a mysterious, magical aura to it. The mystical, magical, Thelema Tub. The other pieces of odd furniture were built next. You listening, Crowley . . .? * * * * * * HE NAMED his little, soon to be group of magic-seeking followers, The Magickers of Coventry, in spite of Ben, the loyalest of his two loyal males, recently. Im Laufe der Zeit sah er irgendwann eine junge Studentin, eben Greta. Die Hans von Anfang an zwar kurz bemerkte, aber sofort als "uninteressant" abtatBei einem Besuch im Schwimmbad, wo Hans mindestens zwei Mal pro Woche war, sah er irgendwann Greta wieder. Sie war hier mit Freundinnen, alle ebenfalls ziemlich mädchenhaft und auch ein wenig eingebildet auf ihren Status als Studentinnen (wenn auch nur im 1. Semester), alle alberten herum.Immerhin sahen zwei der Gören für Hans angenehm aus: Beide. He was carrying two glasses of red wine, one of which he passed to me. “Cheers Nicki. Here’s to our afternoon together.” We clinked glasses and drank our toast. I was still leaning on the rail, looking out to sea. John moved behind me, now holding me close. “It’s a lovely spot,” he said, quietly. “I sometimes have breakfast here, watching the sunrise.” His warm, calm, deep voice was as intoxicating as the wine. I let my head lean back onto his shoulder as he gently kissed my neck. “I want.