The protective spells!" Be silent." Eldred raised his staff and the peddler backed away, almost falling over his own feet in his haste. The point of t...e staff traced a glowing pattern in the air, a pattern that streamed out into a glowing mist all around the wagon. Through the mist a shadow moved. Only a faint outline, it approached, hesitated and moved away again."Whoever it was made for the woods," Eldred muttered, half to himself. "I cannot see clearly. Some countering force clouds the. The next year all she brought were those nice and frilly satin and lace ones. Man! I was in heaven. There is a certain property those satin fabrics have the amplifies a woman's pussy's scent. I still remember the first time I sniffed a woman's panties was when I was a teenager spending the weekend at my aunt's place. They were a very liberal and open kind of family who did not bother covering up after coming out from the shared bathroom. What I'd do was to wait for her to leave for work and. “Thanks for coming, memsaab” he repeated over and over again. His hands groped her boobs from behind. He discovered that his play-balls were almost naked and he went wild! No words were spoken. He was just mauling her breasts like a mad man, as though he was continuing his previous night’s adventure. I could see Manasi stand there as if hypnotized and her eyes closing impulsively as she let the sex-hungry man rove his hands over her. “Memsaab, I love you,” he hissed. “Call me Manasi” I heard. She took a sip of her coffee and opened her book, flattening it with her hand, smoothing the page. I remember writing in my journal how I felt with this exotic young lady sitting at the table next to me. I enjoy looking at people, but rarely am I so captivated by a person as I was with her. Every few minutes, I stopped writing and glanced over at her, watching as she read, her long fingers bringing her coffee mug to her lips, taking a sip. I continued writing, struggling to concentrate on what.