I turned around towards the dance floor and then looked around. No one was watching me that I could see. I turned back towards the pillar and ducked b...hind his jacket while talking into the phone as if someone were on it. I leaned against the rail and wrapped my hand around a picket again and pretended to chat. He was moving his hips from side to side getting closer and closer to my hand. It wasn’t long before he brushed his hardened tool against my hand and then again a little harder. I. "At least I gained some power with it--otherwise, I'd be..." I shudderedand stopped the sentence. "Where did this magic come from?" I can't tell you for sure, Marisa, except this: only women have magichere. Becoming a woman, you became eligible to hold the power. You have itin great strength." "I don't understand why Moranna would make me a woman when I could havesuch power." She didn't know it would happen. And apparently she didn't see your magicon you after you were changed. You saw hers, I. It became a daily occurrence for James to call each evening, speaking with Bob and HuCho. The conversations slowly became more intimate and personal. James was anxious to arrange a meeting, but HuCho continued finding excuses to delay the inevitable.Late one Friday afternoon, the doorbell rang and Bob jumped up to answer. HuCho thought that strange, since he seldom liked answering the door. Hearing him talking to someone, she thought it was a neighbor coming to visit. Looking up as they entered. The big thing pumped in quick, short thrusts. It steadily eased deeper between her swollen cuntlips with each stroke. Sylvia experienced a wonderful, warm feeling spreading throughout her young body. Her tight pussy had never before been stretched so much. The big thing kept pushing, forcing her tiny fuckhole to expand to take it.“Ohhhh! Ohhhh, it-it hurts. Ohhhh, please, please, stop it! You’re stretching me! Nnnngggghhh!” she grunted.All she got in response was a low chuckle. The stiff thing.