Some was just moans, other times, telling me that he did want this. This only made me wetter. I could feel heat as well as my juices soaked through my...pants. I wanted him to give in to it. I wanted him to dominate me the way I knew he wanted to. I ached all over, fantasizing about him throwing me to his bed, forcing my arms above my head and him binding them to his bed frame. I would of course not give in yet. I imagined him ripping my shirt while attempting to finger fuck me through my. So, I told her to keep the door of her room open and to wait for me. I would come after everyone had fallen asleep. She listened silently and went to her way with a very melancholic appearance. She was looking great in her helpless predicament. It was such a night that I was to remember for the rest of my life. I was pacing in my own room and in the dinner table I had no appetite. To find it difficult to pass the time I went to bed early and waiting there for the right moment. I was shivering. I could not wait to get to the festivities it was so exciting (I always wanted to live in the 40's and 50's just because of the woman's fashions they wore then) I was melting seeing the younger and older boys dressed up as 1950's hoods with their tight jeans, black boots, white t-shirts, black leather jackets. The place was packed and they kept coming in. Marlene and I started to dance, she spinning me around my skirt flying up. we dances a few dances then took a break before the movies were. "My mind was linked to both his lust for the male me and his mother's want for a grandchild. If I could only get him to think he wanted it as much, maybe I could get my revenge.He smiled slowly, "You will, but not just yet." His soothing voice reminding me that his mother still had control over both of us. I concentrated harder, I couldn't let her win. The spell caused me to frown and pushed my lower lip out like some pouting little girl, this typical feminine reaction, just caused him to.