We all livedtogether. Best friends since the dawn of time. Maybe we too manybooks, but we all insisted on living together as one big family.As I walk ...nto my room, my obsession comes back. The book! Reachinginto my bag, I pull out the old book. In proper light, the text glows.Taking a breath I open it, curious of the secrets it holds.Wait...This could be just a hoax. A fake. Glancing to my self, I seeall of my "spellbooks." But you know how obsession works. They givemuch hope when none is. We didn’t want Trick or Treaters disturbing this party!We shuffled the boys off to my folks for the weekend. They wanted to stay for the party, but Mom and Dad were firm and said, “No.” And besides, Gram and Gramps were taking them to the zoo on Saturday. Appeased, they settled down and I drove them over and dropped them off.When I got home, Denise left to go home and change and return with Jeff. Carol was setting up some hors d’oerves in the kitchen. “Jerry will come over in a bit, and I’ve. Josie was responding to her Mom’s ministrations. She made low voiced groans, and moved her body. Mom then wiped her nipples. The effect on Josie was electric. She groaned loudly and rushed her hand down to her crotch. Mom grabbed her wrist and made her let go, putting her hand back up to the headboard. Josie’s whimpering told Mom all she needed to know. She washed over Josie’s stomach and then aimed down into Josie’s pubic area.The cloth ran water down the creases of Josie’s legs, Josie. Inevitably I began to seek out my clitoris and to diddle myself to my own orgasm. I couldn’t forever avoid Mark the morning after he had stayed over and I sometimes bumped into him going to or from the bathroom or saw him in the kitchen having breakfast. Mum had bought him a bath robe to wear for such occasions and I, likewise, tried to make sure that I was adequately covered up when he was around. I also tried to get into the habit of locking the bathroom door when Mark was in the house; not.