Normally you wouldn't have been caught dead in public dressed so blatantly, but your needs are too much now. You want to be fucked by me, and right no..., in the supermarket.When you see me wheel into the aisle, you smile, and wheeled your cart over to mine. You feel a stir of female satisfaction when my jaw drops, and my eyes trail over your body. You stop beside me and let you hand rest on my arm."What a surprise this is."I manage a nod, and give you a stuttering greeting.You chat with me for a. "But I don't think right now would be a particularly fortuitous time to bring it up. Lav, honey, what would be the reaction of your people if we were to speculate that the matings your Geneticists require were somehow responsible for shortening your lives?" Disaster," Lavender gulped. She was still somewhat stunned by these revelations and was only barely conscious of his question. "At first they would want to tear you apart and then," she shrugged, "it would only get worse from there." I. . . AH, OH, watch, watch, I’m pulsing, I’m coming . . . There! There! There! There! WOW. Thank you, dear. Kiss, kiss. You know once I get going I can do it again and again don’t you? Next time it’s to be with you in me and me pulsing around your cock. Just lay there. I’m driving this bus. Pull your legs together a bit. Can you still see now that my hands are back over your cock? Good. I’m touching it to get you as hard as ever. Did you say “eight”? OK, that’s a good place to start. I have. It is not the wind.”“I see it. What do you think?”“Unwashed men,” I answered as I bent and attached the string to the bottom.Sophia pulled out her enchanted dagger and gasped. It glowed.Angela drew her sword with a steely ring. “That must be the mage that's been harassing us.”“A master mage?” Faoril gasped. “Why?“Does that matter?” Angela asked as she took a tight reign on Midnight. “Can you disrupt the spell?”“Right, of course.” Faoril took a deep breath, then darted her hand into the pocket.