"No, it was only when I needed some cooperation that the spell just came to me. I wasn't aware of it previously," I told her."That's curious. We have ...lways been aware of what spells we knew and how and when to use them. The 'Book of Dreams' seems to have had a strange effect on you," Margie told me."Perhaps I should investigate it more closely. I've only had it under my pillow," I told them. "Maybe I should try to read some of it." We didn't see much writing on the pages when we looked at it.. It was after eleven before I woke, brought out of slumber by Patrick’s stirrings. We were still in the same position in which we had fallen into our deep slumbers. Patrick stirred more and turned over to face me. Our eyes were locked together, as were our lips, our tongues hungry for each other. We enjoyed each other for many minutes until Patrick moved back a bit and regarded me. “Bet paid?” he asked. I glanced over at the clock. 11:13. “You still have forty-seven minutes to go, loser boy.”. Relieved I say Thats the woodcutter, youd best scoot or else hell chop you to bits, you know what woodcutters are like, all muscle and any excuse for a bit of bloodshed. And where might you be headed with your basket of goodies, my little appetizer? you ask preparing to make your exit. Grannies house I tell you rather naively. She lives just outside the woods, I add. That way, I point. Very helpful you say grinning broadly, perhaps when next we meet I can nibble your pie, and perhaps I might. She hadn't been this turned on in years and it felt damn good.She felt Bing's nose against her thigh and then his long bushy tail brushed against her face.Mary spread her legs wider and let Bing have full access to her cunt.She felt dirty and naughty and totally abandoned with the dog.She imagined Bing's furry body hovering over hers and his dog prick sliding into her just as Swede's had done.At the thought of Swede, she laughed out loud. What would he think if he knew she was lying in their.