I held up my hand and concentrated.Red sparks danced across my finger tips, sending a lurid red light dancing across the cave walls.I did a silent lit...le jig in the dark.My powers had returned.I quickly turned my attention to the squalor I had to endure while my magic was depleted. With a sweep of my hand the blood and vomit disappeared. With another wave I removed all stalagmites. I wasn't taking any chances with those pointy bastards...I then focused on making the place more livable. I. I loved being outdoors.Today, Rachael was wearing jeans and a plain white T-shirt, her steel-tipped boots on. But yesterday...She’d worn a short skirt. I hadn’t seen it before and it was beyond nice. It was sexy. Turquoise, with white lace trim, the loose material managed to cover her to high-mid-thigh leaving her long, slender legs bare.Rachael, demonstrating a conformist fashion style I wouldn’t have associated with her, had paired the skirt with a short-sleeved yellow top. Barefoot, with her. Bill was in a trance, focused on these manipulative tools. Susan slid her hands down her toned chest , then waist, and finally down to her pussy. Indeed she had prepared for today, a perfect manicured mound of pubic hair shaped like an arrowhead. As if he needed sight directions at all……Her sweet aroma of wet juices captured his attention. She tossed her hair back with a sideways sway of the head and looked into his eyes. Then that mischievous smile, she dropped her eyes, forcing him to. I dip my fingers in and pull then out, in and out, in and out. Nike moans louder and loader, she breathes harder and harder as I push her like a rock up a hill. I push further and further, biting harder, licking faster, sucking harder. Then she goes over the edge. "Oh Yea!" she shouts, her voice a little gravelly. "Fuck!" I break a wide grin over my face, "Fucking A!" More of her juice squirts out in my face, and I love it. She falls back, landing on my stomach before sliding off to lay on.