. a matter of moments?Well not so. A couple of things still troubled me but I didn't think mentally beating up Nikki any more than I already had would...gain me the answers I needed, so I had taken on the role of the fully understand and forgiving husband ... but just for the time being.After my talk with Nikki I had made up my mind on a couple of very, very important things otherwise Nikki would not be laying beside me in this bed right now. She would be out in the gutter with a suitcase in her. I watched as their clothes were consumed, and then their skin charred. They screamed in agony for a number of minutes, before I changed the fire spell to a more vigorous one that consumed their bodies in a minute or so, leaving only some ash, before I canceled the fire spell and then the shell that had surrounded them, leaving just a burned area on the floor to show where they died.“Do you feel any better now?” Jill asked looking at me.“No, but it is satisfying to know that those bastards. ”“But wasn’t it just to mess with her little sister? I mean, if you think about it, it could have been very entertaining!”“Maybe, but I’m not a stage performer trying to please an audience! And what if her sister had been hurt by the whole thing? Fortunately, she was a good sport about it, and it turned out OK in the end. It could have gone horribly wrong.”“Could it? You follow clear rules and that prevented it from getting out of hand.”“But Marie didn’t know that! She made the assumption that. Jen would have her first orgasm while rubbing her now protruding, wet, clitoris, right at the point of the story when my full testicles would be exploding deep inside. I would then fuck my wife's soaking wet pussy and have my cock either fill her pussy, mouth or her tight pert, arshole with my cum. I used to love her sitting on top on of me, masturbating my cock while telling me in detail of a one night stand she had (this is just one of her stories from her past) only a few months before she.