“No, not even a climax. Well, we can fix that, don’t worry you little slut, we can fix that quite quickly.” I pressed into her with my will and ...egan working on her body, just beneath the skin. Nerve endings branched off and crisscrossed until her entire breast was covered in a network that would have her panting from a light caress. I then created a bundle of nerves that would equal her clit in her nipples. She would have no trouble cumming from nothing more than a gentle breeze and I could. Once I got back on the couch my thoughts went back to Angie being in the bath. Her big round breasts floating in the water. Her long auburn hair all tied up neatly, revealing her long slender neck. I am pretty sure Jim had said to us guys on a night out that he demands her lady bits be clean shaven. My penis started to stiffen at this thought. As the day dream had went on for a lot longer than expected Angie was back down the stairs in her short red silk robe. I got a little embarrassed. Those vines that are all over the house are just huge, literal stink weeds. Touch them and poof! You’re covered in this sticky shit that smells like vomit.” Mike pointed at the Mandragora vines. “Emily planted it to keep them out. That’s why it’s all over the house-nobody wants to even attempt to fix it.”“Disgusting. Now show me where you put the Grimoire.”Grimoire. Mike had heard the word before. Walking closer to the edge of the cliff, it came to him. “It’s more of a journal really. There’s a. She moved clothes around in her closet while pulling some outand tossing them on her bed. While she was doing that I was putting awaymy panties and bras, and other lingerie."I think these will fit you Charlotte. I haven't worn them since I was13. Try them on!"I was tired and didn't really want to model any more clothing, butfearing further humiliation if I made a fuss about it, I tried them onand modeled for her. She kept her comments to either that will work forme or we'll get rid of it. I was.