Matt had not shown her this quality of loving for what seemed like years.Her body was racing ahead of her mind; her pussy was dripping with excitement... Her hands were stroking up and down her husband's muscled torso, squeezing his ass cheeks, his upper muscled thighs, his beautifully trim waist, and running up and down his broad back. Where had this Matt been all of this time, but he was back, and she loved it. She could feel his thick manhood, and while it clearly was not what Marc's was in. Me: The food is delicious. Who prepared the food?Kalyani: Myself, who else.Me: Your cooking skills are also good like you.We completed our dinner and started chatting about life and other things in the living room for some time. Then I looked at my watch, it was 10 pm.Me: Time to leave, it’s already late. Thank you for the wonderful time and dinner.Kalyani: The pleasure is mine.We both started towards the door. When we reached the door, I stopped and turned towards her. We looked into each. "He was baiting me and I knew it. When I didn't take the bait he said, "I'll pick you up at ten in the morning. Don't get dressed. I'll decide which dress you wear."When I still didn't respond he snarled, "Are you listening to me, bitch?!"I sighed and answered, "Yes, sir. I heard you."He hung up without another word. I pulled into my garage about ten minutes later and shut the engine off. I dreaded going inside. I didn't want my kids to see me like this.I forced myself to calm down. I couldn't. “No idea. I was using a spell to assess your overall health, and that magic began to resonate with mine. It’s very wild, very old magic. It reminds me of my fountain when I was freshly created.” Naia’s eyes focused somewhere on the past. “I don’t know if it’s from the Mandragora, or something else.”“Is it dangerous?” Mike asked.“Not at all.” Naia raised a finger. Several of the sparks fell from the ceiling, dancing circles around her hand. “It seems familiar somehow, and-” One of the sparks.