He shot me an irritated look as I clawed into his skin, but he didn't speak or try to shove my hand away. In fact, he turned his hand slightly to give...my fingers a reassuring squeeze.Once we were up in the air, Matt pulled his hand away. We were now stuck on this thing for five long hours, until we reached Portland. As we climbed to our cruising altitude, I tried to get comfortable in my seat. Between my restless anxiety and the hard as rocks airplane seats, it was an impossible task."Stop. I smiled back. I was glad to see her again; excited, eager to hold her, kiss her, watch her face while we talked.And of course, look into her eyes as I buried my hard young cock in her lovely old center.She was 75 years old, I was 21. She lived on a remote Scottish island, I lived in Boston Massachusetts.We were in love; it was weird and wonderful. But had our unlikely union survived our 9 months apart?Sometimes when I thought about her, her age would dominate my mind. Such a relationship had. ...you know." (I smiled to myself, wonderingif there was some unseen censor out there keeping us from actually utteringthe words.) "Sam, I want you to get rid of him! I don't care what it takes!"It took a moment for the full import of those words to sink in. "Youmean...use magic?" Yes," he said with a tone of angry defiance in his voice. "Use magic! Idon't care anymore!"I told him about the spell I had used on Uncle Arthur and Serena the daybefore, and suggested it might be appropriate in this. That something else was a damned dirty trick: an upper class Jewish wife was kidnapped, raped multiple times, and thrown naked onto the main street of the ghetto. This was an especially heinous crime as far as the Jews were concerned, so I realized that I had to go after the top level of the Top Hat gang.It was not too difficult to find out where the headquarters of the gang was located. What was difficult was getting in and getting back out alive. The main thing left to find out was the.