"Sometimes, I guess." Is that why you print them?"Even a blind man could see she was referring to the fact that I had printed her picture. I tried to ...eassure her, as much as a pervert could reassure anybody."That's the first time I ever printed anything! Honest! I've never printed any pictures before this!"She stared at me for the longest time, as it slowly dawned on me that, based on my actions (printing the pictures) and what I had just said, that made those particular pictures really. In the dark, I watched her slip off her denim skirt and panties and crawl onto the bed with me. Nicki spread me legs apart, cupped a hand over my pussy and slipped a finger into my moist purse. With her finger massaging inside my cunt, she leaned forward against my body and continued kissing on my nipples and breasts. Nicki’s hand was just as busy as her mouth. She was aggressively fingering my pussy. She would frequently move her finger in and out and reposition her hand. She even slipped in. How bad was the accident?He tried to calm himself. He wanted to close his eyes but the light wasstill there. He tried to take a deep breath but could not feel the airmove into his lungs. He tried to focus on a single thing and felt quietsurround him. He reached out with his mind and became aware of manyothers around him. He suddenly saw memories of those people, things theywere sharing both good and bad. He glimpsed a thousand different thingsin no time at all."Very good," came the voice again.. It made sense. Of course, so did assuming her grandmother wasn’t in her right mind, without going through the ritual. That was even more reasonable. Yet she was drawn to the book. She had to make a considerable effort to not reach down, pick it up, and peruse the pages again. After fighting the urge for a few seconds, she surrendered.There wasn’t much to the ritual. Make the room dark. Place the candles at the four corners of the bed. Place the crystals around the bed in a pentacle pattern..