Looking around I saw a young man on his computer and two elderly men playing chess, but no one else. I had almost given up hope of seeing her when the...e she was seated at a booth in the corner, a warm mug between her hands. She was wearing a pair of black boots that went up to the knee, with black stockings, a black skirt, and a white blouse. She smiled when she saw me, flashing me her bright white teeth."John, I presume?" Yeah, Penny?" I said, putting out my hand. She took it, and I swear to. There is no way I could have predicted this. Then the inevitable happens. Fred stood up and started to rub his cock around her pussy. She gasped slightly, and then said the words I knew she was going to say. Two little words, spoken so softly they were barely audible, but they rang like the thundering of a kettle drum in my head. "Fuck me," she whispered, and he complied. Slowly and deliberately, his cock pierced the lips of her pussy. Slowly, slowly, slowly he pushed until his cock was so deep. Ijust stared at her sitting their like a scoop of shit flavored ice cream. I honestly didn’t know if I could get it up. ‘Come over here.’ ‘Uh’ ‘Come on man … Don’t you want your cock sucked?’ ‘Til I get off right ?’ ‘Whatever nigga.’ ‘Til I get off right ?’ I was trying to give Marsha and myself a back door out of an increasingly embarrassing situation … Nodding her head, she got up on her knees and reached for my zipper. I stopped her. ‘ Forget about it. This shit is just stupid.’ ‘Don’t be a. It made fascinating reading, but she soon found that Michael's work was unfinished - some of the spells were only partially translated, and some had not been translated at all.One particular spell caught her eye. It was a cure for constipation. Michael had only translated the first couple of lines, but it was obvious what the spell was designed to do. Although she would never have admitted it to Michael, Alison often suffered from this complaint, and she always hated asking for appropriate.