"It is," he agreed. "It's imported from Spain and Portugal. It's real charcoal, not the manufactured stuff. It burns better, slower, cleaner, and with...a more even heat. We've been using the briquettes for so long we've forgotten what real charcoal is like. When we're done tonight, it will be nothing but clean ash, which I can dump overboard without concern."Ingrid had picked up one of the unused cushions and placed it behind her back. She was slowly taking smaller bites out of the third. .. I ... f ... fell in l ... love with s ... omeone. And, and they aren’t in ... interested in m ... me.” I sobbed as mum gathered me to her breast again.“Oh darling, have you told him?” she asked gently.This time I pulled away from mum, I looked down at the floor. I had seen her look disappointed, I didn’t want to see the look of disgust that would follow what I needed to tell her.“It’s not a him mum,” I mumbled. “It’s a her.”I waited for her to hit the roof, instead she just pulled me to her. I had to admit that she hadn't squirted. I decided I wanted to meet her in person so bad that I would do that.I relented. We both signed off and I made arrangements to visit her in Florida. I was on a plane the next day and arrived there a couple of hours later. I was all set to call her and tell her I was there but I saw her waiting at the gate.Needless to say I was surprised. I walked up to her and threw my arms around her. She embraced me as well. I took a step back to look at her and she. “History of fucking Magic!” Susan’s frantic yell awoke Harry the following morning. Harry’s arm that was still wrapped around her was thrown away as Susan leapt out of bed. Her naked body did nothing to calm Harry’s morning erection. Her every move seemed to make her breasts sway in some way, and she moved a lot as she started looking for her clothes that were s**ttered around the dorm.“History of magic?” Harry asked confused.“Yes, History of magic!” Susan replied throwing his boxers to him..