Just where was she going with this?"Well there's more to it then that." Like?" It's a witch's book." I thought as much." I've been able to read it. An..., it tells how to change things." Change things. How?" From one thing to another." Stop beating around the bush. What are you getting at?" The book tells how to change something into something else. Includingpeople." People?" It gives spells to change people into things, or other people, oranother sex." You're kidding?" No. It really does." And?". She really could take a very hard caning, and this would always be followed by some wet sticky love-making. The event that sticks out in my memory for sheer naughtiness happened in about 1998 or 1999. Jenny and I arranged to go to the annual Erotica exhibition in London. She travelled by train, and I drove up parking my car in a quiet road in the City. We met and went by tube to the exhibition. In those days Erotica was held over two floors in Earls Court, with the more vanilla stalls on the. This wicker chair is accompanied with billowy cushions that feel as if the clouds are supporting you in this moment. Your sitting there the with your back against the chairs backing looking heavily into my eyes as I am sitting adjacently with your legs in my lap. I then turn my torso to match my already turned head and place my right arm to bringing you closer to my face. My left arm then firmly wraps around your back to meet my right, giving you the sensation of my embrace for you. You can. I savored the hot flesh of her tit, licking the sweat that adorns the firm mound, teasing her nipple with my tongue. She groans in my left ear, wrapping her soft arms around my head, crushing my face against her breast while we both slam our naked bodies together, my cock filling her dripping pussy. I hear Sunny's pants clearly, I sense her approaching orgasm by the tone of her moans and the way her cunt quivers around my throbbing shaft. I wrap my arms around her waist, I hold her tightly to.