Casey had also been teasing them and playing up her body while out swimming. She knew she was being watched the entire time. By now though she was a...little slow as she had drank a lot.She eventually stumbled in and got dressed. She stripped down and wore no bathing suit as it was now wet. She had not planned on swimming there so she had not panties or bra. She put on her shorts, top and shoes and stumbled upstairs.Andrew now looked a little serious. He told her to sit down. He wanted to. I tried to force ANY words out, and all I could manage was the tiniest of grunts. Miranda shook herself, and grabbed me by the shirt collar, dragging me inside. I formed a small pool of water in her hallway, and taking my glasses off again in another futile attempt at wiping it clean of water, I felt her move away from me. She returned a few minutes later, thrusting a towel into my hands. I used it to dry myself as best as I could, drying my hair roughly, leaving it to stand on end. I heard. "Spells R Us . . . hmm . . . No, I don't think I have. Must be new." Come on" I said as I tugged on his hand. "Let's check it out. Itlooks like fun." Sure."The musty store was dimly lit with old relics and books adorningthe sparse shelves. I looked around and didn't see a salesperson.I turned to Mike and raising my eyebrows said, "I wonder how thisplace stays in business? It doesn't look like there's anyoneworking here." Well . . ." Mike started."Can I help you?" a crackling voice from. ”“We know,” Dominic smirked. “Twenty minutes should be plenty for what you want.”Deliberately, she slid her dress up, revealing the creamy, seductive flesh of her thigh above the stocking top.“Well…?” she said provocatively. “Are you going to come in?”The one on the right — Carl? — sucked in his breath.“God, you’re a right little minx, aren’t you?”“Do you want me or not?” she asked tauntingly.“Oh yes,” breathed Dominic.“So you’d better take that pretty little dress off,” teased Carl. “It might.