Thank you for your help,” I told her sincerely.“It’s what friends and fellow Magic users are for,” she replied, and I leaned in and kissed her...on the check.“Send me a wedding invitation,” she told me before turning to go inside. That certainly startled me, and I was at a loss for words for several seconds.“I will if things work out,” I told her more in jest than anything else.“I can read your emotions, Greg. You think that saving her and her Talent make up in part for not being able to save. Crystal giggled to herself. “I doubt you’ve been fisted before,” he inquired as he slipped a finger into her drenched pussy. “Uh, n-no, I haven’t,” Crystal struggled to keep her voice steady from the pleasure and her nerves. “Wouldn’t that hurt?” “Don’t you want it to?” Wilson whispered huskily in her ear. God, he turned her on so much. She didn’t care what he did, how he did it, or how fast he did it. She was ready and willing to take whatever he would give her. Mr. Wilson slipped a second. “Yes… so much.” He whispered in return.The next morning I was a whirlwind of activity. My pubic hair was so well groomed it could have won a silver gilt at the Chelsea Flower Show and I was thoroughly clean in every possible way. After I received Toms text I slipped my favourite cock ring on and assembled the relevant accessories for pleasing a naughty young man.I heard him enter. A clatter of bike and cycle shoes. Hesitantly he made his way to my bedroom. I smiled and said “Hello!” knowingly. "My dear you look simply divine. Perfect." And with that he guides meinto a large conservatory on the back of the house, flooded with light.There is a large table, laid with a mouth-watering brunch. Alreadyseated the table are Jennifer and Mike whom we met at the restaurantlast night. Mike is wearing a crisp pale blue shirt, and Jennifer iswearing a closely cut pale cream silk dress, high necked but sleeveless.They both stand to greet me. Jennifer comes over to me and after a kisson my cheek.