Now, though, I would be venturing into enemy territorywith no weaponry. Could I recover my ammunition? With an ironic laugh Iconsidered the wardrobe I...had supplied myself with. I would be wellequipped to hide, provided that I could find a crowd of incredibly sexy,glamorous women to blend in with! But what could I do now? I might get mymagic back before I had to leave, or I might not; I would have to planfor either possibility. Apparently the magic I had already cast was not fading; if it. He glanced up at me, probably feeling my own eyes watching him."Would you like the hood of your clitoris pierced or the clitoris itself?" I hadn't thought about options, but took the opportunity to ask questions I hadn't realized, until now, that I had."Which will hurt more to pierce?" I couldn't imagine anything painful on my clitoris. Call me a wimp, but damn it, it was my body."The clitoris would be more painful. Plus, I'd have to hold the hood back to get a good piercing." I stopped to. Those breasts were beautiful and round with puffy areolae crowned with soft pink nipples that were very hard and erect. The skin of those soft creamy breasts flowed effortlessly out and around her shoulders, arms, stomach and legs. Those shapely legs in turn just poured out from beneath the very feminine curves of Susan’s waist, hips and thighs. And of course right in the middle and at the top of those legs was Susan’s Venus Mound.Susan’s Venus Mound, her erogenous zone, had one, solid tuft of. She can taste her juices on his tongue. Her hand runs over his hard cock, feeling it twitch in her warm hands. She holds one hand tightly around the base of his shaft, starting to softly apply pressure. His kiss becomes deeper at her touch, his cock swelling to full size. He can feel her other hand tracing small steps along the underside of his cock, almost tickling him, as her movements increase around his shaft. He has to touch her, his fingers pressing against her pussy lips and dipping.