She complemented her natural red hair and her green eyes with expensive designer suits with jewelry to match. She chose a color palate that included b...own, oranges, greens, blues and grays. Redheads know better than to wear reds or pinks, they look like they are blushing or sickly. The woman had a few extra pounds on her body but she took good care of herself. No one would suspect that she was thirty- seven-years old. As they entered the kitchen Vivian let Lizzie sit at the breakfast bar while. She wore little make-up and only tiny, diamond earrings. A single strand pearl necklace complimented her small, long neck directing my attention to the gentle rise and fall of her full breasts as she in-and-exhaled with slow, controlled breaths. I imagined the alabaster skin, dark rosettes, and firm, small nipples behind the rich black of her dress. I felt a stirring in my crotch, the first signs of an impending erection. My eyes traveled to her waist and I drank in the swell of her hips then. And by now, the three magicians had it down to a science.The fourth get-together for Magic Margaret was the Thelema Tub bit. Where anyone could be reborn, any female that is, much like old Grisabella, the Glamour Cat, who gets a new lease on life in Cats, the musical. But with a foot of warm, body temp water thrown in. Ah, Margaret! How great she was! How sweet it was, too. And how easy it had all gone. In just three meetings with her new High Priesto, there she was, standing naked, willingly,. I know I wouldn’t. Thanks a bunch. * * * * * I lost in thought at the moment, thinking about the malaise endemic to society in recent weeks. I was also thinking about how cool it would be to have an 11-inch cock. Soft. ‘Boy, bet that would hurt though. It would probably bruise a cervix or two,’ I reasoned. In an instant, I was shaken from my reverie. I saw her from somewhat of a distance, her light blonde hair gleaming like a phoenix in the brilliant sun(actually, I could have spit on her,.