" Ah, do not be too hard on yourself, dearest, the gift I was born with and the things I see and do are not easily accepted these days. You are forgiv...n. So. Your great great uncle Miguel was from Ixtlan and was a powerful nagual that could change his form on occasion. I myself witnessed him change from man to hawk one day. But even though he had turned into a noble hawk, I could still sense the man's body inside the hawk's. I had been trained well by my abuela Agata, and so I could still see. The self-inflicted pain makes my eyes water. When I clear my eyes, I say, "mine too," and she opens her front door and shows me inside.The house is cozy. Corny, but that's how it is. I can tell right away it's HER house, not anyone else's, like her Mom or Dad's. I stand in the middle of the room taking it in, admiring her casual, athletic style."Wow, nice place," I say. "Is it yours?" I just have to ask even though I know the answer."Sure is!" she replies. Two years of hard work saving up for. They shared another orgasm, and rolled apart, barely able to catch their breath. Both were laughing, and gasping for breath. "So much for your first dancing lesson." Misti stated "Now we can go take a shower, together, and use the bed for the next round." Carol thought that might be fun, and agreed.They went first into the kitchen and got bottles of water, and, after a short rest, ran giggling like a pair of naughty schoolgirls to Misti's bedroom, where she turned on, and adjusted, the water in. Sarah knew that he didn't need to do that ... that he just did it so that he could ... rub up against her.Every so often, he would move his hips and she could feel his body hardening at the contact which he was enforcing."I told you before, that this is hopeless!" she told him grumpily as she let the flour run through her fingers."No it's not." He leaned over her again – brushing hard against her. "See ... you just rub it together until it looks like breadcrumbs..."She did as she was told – if.