Stop! Stop what I thought to my self. But the book responded to my thought. Stop looking through the book. Your spells are still there & I will put th...m back when I am done speaking to you. If you are good & do as I say I may even put some new one in it for you, spells only I know. Who are you? I sent the thought at the book hopping that I hadn’t lost my mind. That is not important right now. What is important is that you are doing the summoning wrong. Ok, then what do I need to do to do it. Gran and I were curled up in her bed after a wonderful afternoon of making love. He came looking for her, and as the door wasn't closed properly just knocked lightly and put his head round the door. What a shock he got. "Dad... Gramma...what...?" "Oh Allen, I think we have been caught out," said Gran. "Come in Tim, I think we have a few things to tell you," I said to him as he crept in the door. "I know this is going to come as a very big shock to you, but your Gran and I have been sleeping. What I did care about wasthe fact I could grab a handfull and squeeze as hard as I was able toand she didn't complain. Interesting.I am a strong man. 6'2, muscular from lifting weights for several years,easily able to hurt this little skinny 5'4 tall nigger bitch, and yetI clearly did not need to hold back. For a second I was thinking thatI was impressed. But it was still early.After a few more minutes I ordered the nigger to give me a lap dance.She gyrated on my covered cock for about 10-15. I ride the bucking dragon as he plummets down. Hot semen spurts out and splashes on my belly with each convulsion of the roaring dragon, and we drop miles and miles. Semen trickles down my hand.The dragon spreads his wings again and glides to a stop by a grassy hill under the moon, still dribbling silvery flames from his mouth, then curls up, purring.I lie on my bed panting. My penis softens, and my balls drop and relax. My semen makes greyish puddles on my belly, and my left hand is covered.