The waiting room has those old school, large leather couches with chrome arm rests that are now a relic out of another time. He has 2, one across from...the other and I sat in the unoccupied one. Sitting across from me was a very distinguished looking gentleman, probably in his late 70's, wearing a thread bare t-shirt barely covering his ample chest and belly, but too my surprise his shorts, which covered very little of his legs, were loose and it must have been my lucky day as I could see his. If she wore a swim suit, I noticed her tits and thighs and ass and would work hard at thinking about something else. It was my sister after all. I couldn't be attracted to her. I couldn't be aroused by her body.As teenagers, we were both virgins and used to talk about what it would be like some day when we met the person of our dreams, got married, what kind of partner we wanted, etc. We really shared a lot of intimate, personal thoughts over the years. One time we started talking about what it. "Welcome back ... all of you." Thank you, Mage Morgana. It seems our young Seer here may have picked up a passenger?" Roxanne enquired."We shall see," Morgana replied.The pressure from the Seers seemed to build and build until Abigail fell to her knees and what appeared to be a luminescence formed about her body before drifting upwards to remain above her head.'Pull her from the circle, John, quickly!' came a mental command from Seer Jemima.I ducked and grabbed Abigail under her arms and yanked. I only wanted your money from the start. That's why I got that job as your secretary, knowing it would give me access to you" Philip backed away frightened, "I fucked you for 9 damn months, and you still wouldn't marry me" "Oh" She said a little more controlled, "It wasn't all bad, but I've had better lovers and better looking ones" She held up her own hands. "I'm going to miss my own body, but the money makes up for it" She smiled down at Philip again. "How could you do this to.