Selina sat down on the chair on the other side of Tom’s desk, and placed her backpack on the ground. She reached down and opened the backpack, and p...lled out a smaller cloth bag. She unceremoniously placed the cloth bag on the desk with a small plod.“What’s that?” Tom asked.“I’ve thought of a way to prove to you that magic exists,” Selina declared, gesturing at the bag.Tom leaned back in his chair and crossed his arms, waiting for Selina to continue.“In the bag there are five stones with. ”Allison’s theory fit all the data I currently had. “If cinnamon is attraction and sugar is arousal, what’s coffee?”Mandy gave me an exasperated look. “Love, you idiot.”“Wait, what?” I sputtered.“I figured it out when you first described the scents to me. I’m the only one you got that scent from.” She looked over at the squirming girl next to her. “Well, until you rode in like a knight in shining armor to rescue Allison, anyway. I thought it was clear and you were just avoiding it.”I looked. It look terrific. “God!”Rupa look in amazement.”You’re bigger than your father”.She is playing with my large rod.My mother’s hot touch on my lund makes me mad.Her panty has a wet spot on them.I smell that crotch and my senses get unforgettable pleasure for a moment when my mother’s cunt juices smear with sweat, perfume and the horny smell of sex.Rupa looks his own son arouse.He is too hot and ready to make his mother nude so hook his thumbs in the side of my black designer panty which is so wet. “Yes. Hans?” They were all named Hans in this country and, by custom, I made my assignations only with an initial. It made for privacy and convenience.“Yes. You said you wanted a boy to paint. You’d pay 150 Swiss francs.”“Yes, I did e-mail that. But you know that for 150 francs—”“Yes, Ich verstehe—I understand,” he said. “I saw you here with Prince Rudolf. I understand. You have a car and we’ll go someplace?”“Yes. You are a beautiful boy, Hans.” And he was a beautiful boy—slender and lithe..