"To Summon The Ideal Love." I could readsome notes, but they were all faded and grimy from the passage oftime. Remembering a simple spell from my firs... days with the book, Icast "Restore to condition," a simple that restored things to mintcondition. As Ink flows on the page, my blood runs cold. The spellwasn't called, "To Summon The Ideal Love." It was "To Summon The IdealLover." Looking at Natasha I whispered, "Oh shit." The ink continuesto restore itself, notes becoming clearer every second.. I said to him, ‘Come on, man, how about giving a retired person a break’? He ignored me and continued writing the ticket. I called him a ‘Nazi.’ He glared at me and wrote another ticket for having worn tires. So I called him a ‘doughnut eating Gestapo.’ He finished the second ticket and put it on the windshield with the first. Then he wrote a third ticket. This went on for about 20 minutes. The more I abused him the more tickets he wrote. Personally, I didn’t care. I came downtown on the bus,. My tits are not huge but they’re hard and so are my little ass cushions. Don’t get me wrong. I’m no saint and I enjoy those Friday nights which extend into Saturday early mornings. My mother closes her eyes and puts the money to good use. That Friday night, I sat at my usual place in the noisy and smoke-filled Langley Pub. I wore my straight dress just above the knee, held loosely by a wide cotton belt. My little cap was stuck to my hair with two pins (which could come in handy). I always wear. My hand rested on her breast and she sighed. I started to massage it... I could feel her nipple rise to my attention. She rubbed my chest, my thigh, and finally her hand found my swollen cock. It made a very hard lump in my jeans, and she squeezed it and rubbed with enthusiasm. I swear, I almost blew my future kiddies out right then.She stopped, and her hands pulled her dress up over her head, exposing her white bra, just a hint in the darkness. Ditto her panties, a dim white triangle showing..