I didn't really mind. His cock rubbing up against me felt so good it made breathing difficult."I know you want it," I heard him whisper into my ear. I...didn't say anything. "I know you want me to fuck you."I grunted but otherwise stayed silent."It's been so long. I know you can't resist. I know how you are."I was still holding my thighs tightly together, but he was getting to me. I wanted so bad to relax. I was still feeling the wine I had earlier, and wished I could just lay there and enjoy. "^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^I couldn't believe what I'd seen. I wondered if I was still d**gged. Closing my eyes I took a deep breath and... No, he was still dead. Genevieve had shot him in the head, showing no more emotion than if she'd swatted an annoying fly.Just then a guy came through the French doors with two glass bottles he set on the table. Asking Genevieve to step out onto the patio, they left me alone with the old guy. He sat down in a chair too far. With everyone on board the yacht, Neil gave us a tour, what a beautiful yacht, 4 state rooms, large lounge with bar, sun deck, kitchen, the works, I’d never been on anything like this before. After the tour, Neil said we should get settled into our staterooms, and change into something more casual. Then let’s meet in the lounge for a late lunch and drinks before heading out of the marina. I changed into shorts and a bright, loose fitting blouse, Ed change into shorts and a golf shirt. When. Neither what I learned while staying with the Charmed Sisters.Well, I possibly had a sign that something was going on under the radar in England. There were thousands of owls sighted flying around in the last night and fireworks without anything left as far as I could find out. And that was still ignoring shooting stars out of nowhere. There were some other signs that screamed mag-ic to me. But I would see that once I found anything out of order.I was teleporting around the area of London.