"Let's see...ina few short minutes Tim the loser has become Tiffany the bombshell.Long hair...check. Gorgeous face...check. Great rack...check. Greatl...gs, high heels...check. Sexy voice...check. What's left..." Billcouldn't see Tiffany's midsection, but he winced when he thought aboutit. "I'll bet you work out a lot to keep such a flat stomach and tightbody to go with that hot onion in the back!" "Now Bill! Don't make meblush! A girl just HAS to take care of her body! And I'm glad you likemy. He drewa sharp breath when he caught a glimpse of her dripping wet cunt, her huge clitoris now fully erect and peeking conspicuously out of his fleshy hood. She impatiently lowered herself unto his rigid meat pole and they both moaned out loud as she made her glorious descent. Once he was buried to the hilt, they wasted no time in pursuing their awesome sexual gratification. Soon she was bouncing up and down his shaft as she rode him like a feisty bronco. He was such a good fuck she was. Some could read a person's mind or lookinto their soul. And some could manipulate probability itself. Thegifts that a Sier possessed varied greatly and seemed to depend on thetype of spirit they bonded with.Aunt Cassandra could actually see through Whisperwing's eyes, which lether spy on people at a distance without them having any idea. Afterall, Whisperwing was invisible to anyone but a Sier unless he wanted tobe seen. Unfortunately she usually used that to keep an eye on me whenI was out. Taking a bearing from the sun again he tried to work out the best route over the next hill to the river. The plan was to follow the river bed through the ravine down to the Great Wood rather than try to climb down the cliff. But first they had to get to the top of the next hill and provide cover for the Chosen One.Pausing a moment to close his eyes and shrug his sore shoulders, Harper picked a path at random and started up the hill. With one hand grabbing on to steady himself, the climb was.