My panties felt wet. First thing as I entered our room was to head for the bathroom; not just because I had to use it but because I had to inspect mys...lf. Damn. I must have came in my sleep. I was soaked and slippery. I gave myself a couple of good soft strokes and told my slippery pussy to behave. Tonight will be your time for fun.It was still a little early for dinner, so I lay on the bed for a while and watched TV before showering and getting ready to go out for the evening. I don’t know. E.O. A title that had lapsedinto meaningless now that the company had been merged, but one thatremained lucrative.I'd used the book and its wisdom, its pages and pages of complicatedspells to change myself. I'd become taller, more charismatic, profoundlyhandsome, and on more than one occasion, I'd used the book to assume thelikeness of my adversary. Six times by my count, once as a woman, I'dundermined reputations. It hardly took much, an exceptional lack ofjudgement, a case of sexual. When he finished caring for me face I felt his finger gently touch me cheek. I opened my eyes then and looked right into his. The sudden action of opening my eyes seemed to have snapped him out of whatever trance he was in. “Sorry... I... I thought I missed a clipping” he said hurriedly stepping back and handing me the dry towel. I accepted it from him with a smile and said s soft “Thank you.” As I was gently drying my hands I watched him as he brought over some sliced mango and he set a small. I notice his eyes drop down to my crotch as I cross them, and a smile crosses his wrinkled lined face. ‘What’, I query girlishly? ‘Your all open at the front and I see you shave’. I can feel my bl**d rising in my face, and a dull ache stabs into my crotch, as my muscles down there react to their exposure. My hand flies to cover my exposed genitalia, and I fumble to pull the zipper of my ridiculously short cut-off denims. He watches as I struggle then without warning he says, ‘Why cover it up,.