" You say a Gypsy book? Where on earth did she get it?" It's been in the family for generations. No one knows where itstarted. The words of the spell ...oo are strange. They are not anyEuropean language we know, nor Gypsy languages." What rubbish! You know that they work? You have seen them used?" Histone was somewhere between the skepticism and sarcasm.I had been just as skeptical when Carol had told me about the book andits effects. I did not blame him."It's not rubbish. I have good evidence. ”“And that was just the beginning,” Billie said. “The Gypsy girl had brought some of her own music, and when she started dancing to it, several of the girls joined her. There were six of them, plus her, and they formed sort of a circle as they danced. She loosened the scarves so that her boobs were a little more visible. Then the six girls started stripping in time to the music.”“One of them was Darlene from the shop downstairs,” John said. “I couldn’t believe it. She is usually such an uptight. Steve and Rich swapped places and Steve thrust his cock into Miss Trottle’s pussy, it was so wet now but still felt tight around the shaft of Steve’s cock. As she wrapped her legs around Steve’s back she encouraged him to go faster and faster. She now had Rich’s cock in her hand and was pounding it hard while desperately sucking the end for lubrication as she jacked him off faster and faster. ‘Fuck my cunt, Steve! Unggghh! Harder, lover, harder, fuck my horny little cunt!’ Miss Trottle’s pretty. What was she thinking? She ran over to Aunt Salim by the mantelpiece and without thinking grasped her aunt’s hand. She watched as her sister and her lover became more and more physical, and the thrusting became fiercer and fiercer. Clearly her brief intercession in their lovemaking had stimulated the two girls to even more ferocity and passion. Aunt Salim seemed a little startled by Dalitha’s gesture, but she didn’t relinquish her niece’s hand, although she did nothing to encourage it. And soon.