Keeping our eyes locked I move my hand to your ass, cupping one cheek while simultaneously applying pressure with the side of my index finger to your ...ucker. I can feel its shape through your tights and am pleased by the heat I can feel coming from it. You quickly draw in a short breath and release it with a moan that tells me not to stop. I start to move my hand and arm in short bursts up and down, mimicking a vibrator, making sure to apply any and all pressure directly to your ass pucker. You. ”His response left a lot to the imagination, and I was becoming very curious about what might be going on in the bunkhouse, and in particular how Clint ‘took care of business when he needed to’.Everyone was quiet for a minute or so, and Clint said, “We best be getting some sleep. We’ve got another long day on the trail tomorrow, and it’s getting late.”The other guests laid out their sleeping bags near the fire, but Jason rolled ours out a little farther out in the shadows. I knew that he was. I was sure I had them down, but was still afraid of this spell in the worst possible way. It was a major power spell. It was designed to take out just about anything and/or anyone. It was so powerful that 'colateral damage' was probable, rather than merely possible.I had learned some minor offensive spells along the way, but this one was of a magnitude that was beyond anything of which I had ever heard. It was the difference between an seasoned and tested adult, and a child in kindergarten, as. I let Tim get an eyeful of my long, hairless legs and feminized body as Ihung my jeans with my shirt on the tree.I turned, smiled at Tim, sang, "Last one in is a rotten tamale!" andjumped off the ledge.The water was bracingly cold and deep. I treaded upright like a waterpolo player as Tim cannonballed in a safe distance away. He came upalmost underneath me, caressing my legs and ass as he surfaced.We paddled a bit and grinned at each other."Great body, hon," said Tim. "Wish I could take a.