I had a standing golf date with three friends every Saturday and our tee time was ten after six and Doris wouldn't get up until eight or so. She had a...standing appointment at the beauty parlor at eleven and she would usually just be coming home as I got in from my round of golf at Red Ridge. Doris was going to miss her appointment that morning because I took her car instead of my pick up. Her car had an automatic transmission and my truck was a stick and Doris couldn't drive a stick shift. I. At least I should enjoy being one. Hell, I guess I was still in theory a virgin, though I'd probably had more orgasms in two days than some married women had in a year. It seemed funny wiping myself, finishing up, washing, and not getting dressed. I was only following directions. But actively cooperating forced me over some sort of imaginary line. I felt like the girl who'd been raped and was hoping her assailant would do it again. It took a long time to drink a glass of water with the ball. Ginny’s firm hard nipple tipped breasts swayed and bounced with her movements. Ginny’s face was taught with repressed pleasure as that energy built in her belly yet never flooding into her body proper as Harry’s magic gripped her. Those chocolate brown eyes were dark with lust, almost black. Harry could see into his mate’s essence and mind through those eyes. The warlock did enter the witch’s mind with his powerful thoughts. The couple communed, sharing their emotions and sensations. Both. Justin reminded her of Caesar too. But in a good way. The lust he initiated in women was the same intangible that made Caesar Caesar. Justin looked over where they all were staring and saw Octavian. Charmion came up behind him and gently touched his arm. She motioned him away from the group and whispered conspirationally, ‘let me come to your room tonight…’ she began. Justin shook his head, ‘I have to play my part here,’ Justin said, motioning toward the guests pouring into the dining hall. A.