If it's the magic of love... or love making," Igrin."Typical man," she rolls her eyes. "No, I mean the magic curse you'reunder right now. Or what else...might be caused by that curse." Morgen," I look at her, frustrated. We talk about magic and physicsalmost every day. "Magic does not exist. I refuse to believe that theseclothes are cursed. Or that I am cursed." They why are you wearing them?"I fidget a little under her stare."Because, they feel nice," I admit."Maybe their feeling nice is part of. .. I am off in my own world as I part the lower lips of my body to touch ever so gently and stroke with little flicks of my finger to access that teeny button of ultimate joy; make contact with the most sensitive part of me physical being - my clit. My longest finger probes inside of me as it grazes and brushes the tiny bump sheltered between my blubbery thighs. My mind conjures up its own fantasies as my finger slowly dances its own rhythm and cadence around my. After a few minutes, you realise if he continues like this, you will fall asleep. Just as you are about to say as much, Steve’s hands leave your back. You start, and hear the bottle click again. Now you feel his hands on your lower back. Again, he rubs the oil around your back before starting to press into you, teasing out the stress that has been building up for weeks. Round and round his hands run, simultaneously soft enough to tickle, but hard enough to push the muscles into submission. You. I chuckled, “That’s a definite maybe. I’m not sure whether I’m good at sharing or not, especially when it comes to you.” I went on, “Of course, I’m a horny guy most of the time, and so the idea of two or more women in my home desiring most of the time, intense, and wonderful sex has great appeal.”Gin poked me, “‘Most of the time’, try ‘All the time’. One of the reasons we get along so well is that our libidos are pretty well matched. I love to fuck about as frequently as you do.”She posed,.