“Especially that Joe guy.”“He’s a budding poet,” Sharon said, throwing her arms in the air comically. “They’re supposed to be strange!�...And so it went on until I had exhausted all my arguments. It didn’t seem to matter what I thought, Sharon always had an answer. We’d discussed the matter many times before, the argument invariably ending with me having to admit that Jamie made good grades at school, didn’t smoke, didn’t do drugs, and didn’t even drink too much. Apart from being a slut, Jamie was. Several times I had looked with interest at his long firm cock when it stuck out from behind his bath towel or when he scurried naked from his bed to the bath late at night. Alice and I would giggle uncontrollably when we whispered our fantasies of a sex obsessed Gregory coming into our bedrooms to make us take his cock into all of our feminine centers of pleasure. Poor Gregory would look at us queerly suspecting he was source of our amusement but not driven to discover our reason for. When I felt his large, powerful hand moving between my thighs, I raised one leg slightly to allow him easier access.Oh, he had taken complete control of my body! I wanted it to be that way, especially now as I felt his finger slide between the wet naked folds of my pussy, smoothly working up and down the length of my slit and teasing my clit. All I could do was moan with my legs spread wide as he dipped his finger. He had my hips in motion as his fingers probed my hot pussy.To think that he was. He thought it was a ritual to boost his virility and keep the same youthful appearance he’d had for 25 years. Instead Caitlin subverted the ritual and stole most of the leader’s magical power. He died of a heart attack the next day when he tried to do the most basic of levitation spells.Throughout all of the sex rites she participated in, Caitlin never lost her proper virginity though. Not out of some prudish belief in purity or the sanctity of marriage though. Caitlin had discovered some very.