Again I went slowly using my fingers to massage around her clit and its hood but never directly on it, fearing it would be to much to take. Once I was...past the bud I found more moisture as my fingers delved into the over heated gash, the slick oily feel of her skin told me she was seriously turned on and the lower I got the wetter and slicker it became. With my full hand buried in her panties and two fingers shoved deep into the slice of her pussy I finally reached her opening. It was bubbling. "Well its a good job its not, otherwise you would be straight in front of the Headmaster' She said with a stern voice.The day progressed and we worked our way through the paper work. At some point I ended up sitting next to her working on some figures and I could feel her body heat. Somehow I found this a bit of a turn on and started to get a hard on. Starting to feel flustered I desperately tried to think anything but every time I looked across I found myself looking down her blouse at. I am not sure I will ever find those answers but I gained a keener appreciation of how to manipulate magic. The old man died before the Succession came around. I performed the funeral rites myself, conjuring dramatic illusions of his life’s work and guiding an asteroid out of orbit to ignite his pyre. It was perhaps my finest magic. We did not discuss it beforehand but I am sure he knew I would use the situation to further my cause, just as he had always taught me to do. As I sat in my study. They were both in ecstasy and slowly came down from the clouds. They lay there after and Brian raised himself and kissed Em full on the mouth. “I loved that, Auntie Em, I only hope we can do it again and soon.” “Well, you do come over nearly afternoon, don’t you>? After a couple of weeks of the same treatment, Auntie Em realised that wanking and frigging wasn’t really satisfactory and that she needed more. The next afternoon that Brian came over, she had already finished feeding Tommy and was.