"Right," I said when Mom released the hug and looked back at me, worry inher eyes. "Well, he thinks I'm a girl."Mom rolled her eyes at that statement....It wasn't any shock to her. Halfthe time I felt like she thought I was a girl."Is that what you want?" she asked me. Frustrated, I sighed. My mom hadasked me that question way too often. Moms weren't supposed to ask theirsons if they wanted to be girls, right?Sighing, I tried to put my thoughts together. "I don't know," I told hertruthfully. This. “This?” Nicole questioned knowing full well it did, but this time when her lips returned she bit Michael’s neck playfully. “Don’t start what you can’t finish,” Michael said with a small laugh. Nicole just smiled as she slowly rubbed the growing bulge in Michael’s jeans. “Take those off if you are going to do that, you don’t know uncomfortable that is.” Michael told Nicole. Nicole was more than happy to oblige as she began to undo Michael’s jeans. She could feel Michael’s hard cock in her hand. Then there were her eyes. Making direct eye contact with Claire was deadly. You could feel her sexual energy penetrating the very fibre of your being as you gazed into those bedazzling baby-blues.It wasn't long before she was inviting me for breakfast after our swim. I would go to my apartment to change then join her in her suite down the hall. There we would alternate with the cooking and cleaning up and then spend a good hour or two together in warm and delightful conversation. I was off work. Here we saw many more creatures, all moving purposefully here and there, or gathered together working on some task."Here." Warup said finally, approaching a large flat stone covered in a spiraling circle of runes and drawings that ran inward in an ever tightening, ever shrinking script. "This is an Ur-Stone. Its Magic is ancient and powerful, and it is mostly a ward against the Ur, and the evil that drives them. But it is also a transport spell of great effectiveness." Will it take us home?".