She was married. She had a husband. She wanted her husband! That's why she had done that stupid spell in the first place! For Steven! The laughter int...nsified."What?" Rebecca demanded out loud. "What are you laughing about?" FOR STEVEN, Marin's ethereal voice mocked. FOR REBECCA, YOU MEAN. Rebecca sat there with her mouth slightly open, unable to disagree with Marin's appraisal of the situation. "But, even if it was for me, it was supposed to make Steven want me! It wasn't supposed to make me. She took him so deep, straining to pull him inside her. She basked in that feeling for a moment, relaxing her grip she flopped her hands on the bed, above her head. Totally exposing her heaving chest and aching nipples, he towered over her. She totally submitted, as her legs and arms fell away, his hips lost control. He began fucking her, keeping deep inside her, feeling his cock pushing against her, his pelvic bone slamming against her exposed clit between them. She lifted her legs up, she had. “It’s just a couple more blocks. But Sam, I wanna do something first…”Sometimes certain signals are more easily picked up on when you’re intoxicated… This immediately grabbed my attention. Looking at her through my own growing intoxication, I realized that she was ahead of me and definitely well into her own experience, probably due to the weed and alcohol, and she was suddenly a very different creature. She had her knees pulled up with her feet on the dash and my hand was now squeezed tightly. I had a few Long Island Iced teas and I was feeling no pain. Deb was sitting next to me and she had a tad bit more than me. I said I was calling it a night and headed up to my room. I was the only person other than the bus driver and mys sister with a single room. I got undressed and as I headed to the shower, my phone rang. It was Deb. In a High School manner she said “watcha doin'” I told her I was ready to get in the shower and go to bed. She asked if I wanted company, I said “Sure, bring.