As it is we look like a young man and his sweetheart. I am Rosalita Fellini, my papa owns the trattoria and we are going to house you at our home unti... we can get you up into the mountains.’ We walked up a number of streets, going uphill and closer to the sea till we reached a doorway in a wall. Rosalita opened the door and ushered me through, saying as she did. ‘Welcome to the Villa Fellini, this has been my family’s home for three generations.’ She took me intoa spacious old two story home,. Movinghis hand to the shaft, Frankie held it up and helowered his mouth and took in a little more of Radvanyi’shard rod.With his other hand he felt for her tit and squeezed itsoftly in his hand as he again played with her nipple.The combination of playing with her breast and suckingon her cock at the same time was so thrilling to him,he gave everything he had to satisfying her.Radvanyi was so happy that he didn’t try to kill her forthe deception, as that is what normally happened. The room is huge, the original builders of it, we were told, had very large parties in it. It was our all purpose room, we used it more than any other room. Three walls of solid patio doors, made it seem like you were outside but it was heated and air conditioned. We could see the smoke outside as thick as fog. After we ate, I fixed us some wine coolers and we got into the hot tub. A fun way to start playing with each other, and we did. It wasn't long before we were playing with each. "Back to English. "Lauren, take my hand."I grasped her hand. I pictured her shoes. I thought of her -- her spirit. She loved those shoes. She was bonded to them."You understand the principles of contagious magic, correct?" I muttered to Fiorella."Of course. That's basic." The shoes are connected to Lauren. She loved them." Oh! But she has owned them such a short time. The bonds will be weak."I smiled. I spoke the spell. I opened my perception and saw the image. There was a girl, young, light.