"Grab a glass of wine and join us," she said.I returned to the kitchen, grabbed another bottle and opened it. I walked out to the spa. I stopped and j...st admired the pert breasts of my sweetheart and my dear friend. My cock began to get hard.Tamara told me to take my clothes off and get in. I did a slow strip tease that set Trish off. She started singing the bump and grind for a stripper. I was down to my boxer-briefs and they whistled. When I pulled them off, my cock sprang free. I walked over. "She looked at me."Yeah I know, I can't do it that often..." I said, knowing that she really liked to receive a real load after."And this doesn't affect how I feel about you, you're the only one I love and that will never change."She told me."But if you feel hurt by me doing it, then I guess I could try and..."She looked a little sad."No, I guess I can handle it, I love you, and I want you to be happy."I told her."You sure...?" She asked."Yes, but only this, nothing more." I told her."Oh no, I. I’ve never spoken to anyone in a tone like that. Never. ‘How could you Jean? You love me! And how could you guys LET her talk you into it?’ ‘Told you so!’ Jan spat at Jean. ‘It took five of us to make the transfer,’ Jo said patiently. ‘The girl and the four of us, as the five points of the pentagram. Jean refused to sacrifice the girl, and we couldn’t complete the spell without her. We HAD to do it this way.’ Jo took a deep breath. ‘Look,’ she continued. ‘You know Jean. She has trouble stepping. "I guess you better getmom to drive you to the store." Oh Jeez," he muttered, realizing it would take precious time to goshopping for paper. Maybe he could talk to Becky and change her mind."Do you have Becky's phone number?" he asked. "Maybe I can talk toher." Sure." She got her phone and texted him the number. Tom headed to hisroom, dialing as he went."Hello... Becky?... It's Tom." Ummm... Aren't you forgetting something?"It clicked. "Miss Becky. It's me. Tom." Yes." Miss Becky. Karen just.