.''I bet you are, but please, don't come yet, Daddy, Helen teased, escalating the sexual tension. 'I'm nowhere near coming, please wait for me.'Jamie'... laboured breathing sounded loud through the speaker as Helen closed her eyes and allowed her head to loll back. She drew her juice covered fingers from the squelching grip of her sex and smeared it over her taut, pink clitoris. She massaged herself freely and savoured the slippery feel of her flesh beneath her fingertips. Helen began to pant and. She doesn't mind me being along for the ride, so to speak, but she's ignoring me. No, ignoring me isn't accurate. She's enjoying you so much she's forgotten I'm connected with her. I'll probably come when she comes. Have fun. I will. Bye.I felt Nicole slip out of my mind and backed away from hers, but only regarding her attitudes, a connection she could feel. I remained connected with her sensations and emotions, connections she couldn't feel - not yet. She was masturbating, and she'd climax. As a matter of fact, I did. As soon as I saw the flaw, I knew instantly what had happened and why. Emotional intent.Most magic is not created by exact measurements. It’s not at all like the idea that you have floating around in your head. There is no add one cup of newt, a dash of bat guano, and a tail feather from a peacock type of spells where if you don’t follow precise instructions, the incantation fails. Nor is there a Witch stirring a bubbling brew in a huge black cauldron, as seen in. A few more seconds and they both turned and walked away.Eva was disappointed and wet. She finished her latte and left.Back at her flat, Eva stripped and the looked out of the window and saw no one. She opened her laptop then her email, then THAT email. She read it again, and was still undecided as whether or not just to delete it as spam or an extortion attempt, not that they could get much out of her, but she decided to open it again and then use an online translation site to convert it to.