Blushing, Elsabeth looked away, busying herself with arranging her napkin on her lap and arranging her knife and spoon next to her plate. Glancing up...without raising her head, Elsabeth met the eyes she already felt were trained upon her before quickly looking away again. Just then a servant came by, ‘More wine, Lady Elsabeth?’ ‘Yes, please,’ she said quickly, snatching her goblet up from the table to give to the servant, surprising the girl, who jerked back and sloshed a bit of wine from her. "I think I see what Martina finds so special" she said as she lightly placed her lips on the young beauties lips. Tentatively, both girls tongues began to slowly explore each others mouths. Anna's stroking of Jennifer's thigh became a bit bolder as her hand rose higher moving toward Jennifer's crotch. Jennifer in the meantime, had begun to rub her right hand up and down Anna's neck and upper chest. She let her hand drift down, over one breast, then the other. Her hand kept going until it. Magic surged through the air.Nathalie gasped, her hands rubbing her dress into her crotch while Zanyia sprang upright, her small tits bouncing. She let out a whimper of lust. She must feel it, too. That same tingle as the stallion munched on our cream.“Your magic has enchanted him?” I asked, glancing at Aingeal.“And where the stallion leads, his mares will follow,” the faerie answered.“So he’s like Master,” Zanyia grinned.“I’ll be your mare, Master,” Nathalie grinned, her hands rubbing at her. This reminds me of kneading dough. At times, in present, my mom will be kneading the dough for chappati. She will be all sweaty. If I’m lucky, we will be alone. So I go behind and tell her“You are all sweaty, Saro,” putting hands on her shoulder as my mom stands in her saree.“No need. Don’t need your help.”“I will,” and gently caress her bare hips from the sides to the front navel ending a finger inside her navel button.“Now I know why you ask chapati all the time.”“Go away. I’m kneading.