“I’ll see you tomorrow, I guess?”“Yeah, see you then. Thanks for doing all this,” I replied.“It wasn’t a favor, Quinn, it was hanging ou...,” she pointed out.“Then thank me too,” I laughed. She smiled. “Take care.” Those were the last words she exchanged before she drove off. I couldn’t stop myself from smiling as I walked back to my place, even as people passed me in the apartment hallways on my way.When I got inside, Mother was in the kitchen, with her back turned to me. “Quinn?” she. This was making her impatient. Suddenly, when she wasn’t expecting anything, I touched her clits.She was awestruck at that moment. Her eyeballs were swirling, and her mouth was wide open with a moan in pleasure. Her pussy was damn wet right now, and the pressure was getting higher there. I sensed that she is going to cum, and I took my hands out.She: WTF! Put your hands inside, asshole. I want it more.But I kept teasing her like that. Once again, I started rubbing her clits. Now I inserted one. Having had sex with his co-investigator's daughter was inappropriate- to say nothing of what his wife would feel or do if she found out about this affair. This stray thought brought to mind another problem- should Jennifer not wish to keep this form, someone would have to accept the enchantment. Suddenly it occurred to him, how silly. These particular problems are trivial...Either magic existed, a terrifying concept from a scientific point of view, or more likely, the slippers were a. I didn't even compare to her, or to my younger sibs. This knowledgeof reality always ate at me, which just compounded my anxiety anddepression.Still life was stable and through a mishap at recess, when I turned to runfrom my daily beating, my arm pathetically swung out, accidentally givingone of my bullies a bloody lip, I wasn't picked on as much. Then the worldfell out underneath me.My parents got a divorce when I was in sixth grade. It was far from clean,full of head games and mining my sibs.