It was so cute to see how they competed for my favor by being the one to position my member for insertion into my waiting Mom's pussy. Aunty's younger...reflexes won out and she gleefully did the deed. How proud of herself was she, so naturally I knocked her down a peg by pointing behind me to signify her servitude of my crack. I pointed my chin forward to dispatch Gramms to mom's clit. I wondered if that was considered reward or redress, but It matters not as I was satisfied with both of their. Under normal circumstances I would beg him to desist, though having just endured an hour-long tirade on the dearth of intelligent criminal activity in London, I was disinclined to interrupt him lest he resume that broken thread.The sound of hooves on the street below roused me from my study of the newspaper and I moved to the window to observe the source of this small interruption. It was a splendidly decorated brougham drawn by four of the finest specimens of horse-flesh that one might. . otherwise, there wouldn't be a secret left anywhere and professional spies would have it way too easy. Inside a well guarded facility like this, it would be easy to set up a protection spell that would cancel out major stealth or invisibility charms, let alone simple aversion spells like ours.It was time to turn to Plan B, relying now upon boldness rather than stealth.In my experience of being in places where I really wasn't at all supposed to be on several occasions, I had learned that. He was still trying to put things back together when a blonde girl in a really well-turned-out cowgirl outfit walked up on the stage, picked up the microphone, and said, "Hey, turkey. You know 'Smoke-Filled Room'?" That chestnut?" the steel bass player said. This evening had been a loss, anyway, a total disaster, and now it was obviously going to be amateur hour. "Sure, we know it." Play it, then," Jenny said."Oh, well, what the hell, we're getting paid for this," the lead guitar said.The band.