" I see. Why didn't you go with them?" They're all gambling and playing games and whatever." Hmmm." Pause. "How old are you?" Sixteen."His smile widen...d. "Such independent thoughts and brutal honesty at sucha young age." He nodded. "Impressive."Someone in the audience coughed."Do you believe in magic, Chris?" No. It's stupid. Like all your dumb *tricks*."Groans came from the audience again.The magician's lips tilted dismally. "I see." But, then he laughed a bit."Perhaps I can convince you.". "As Mel and I talked, I learned that he was recently separated from his wife, and that they were going to get a divorce. He stated his displeasure at reentering the dating scene, saying that all the really great women had already found someone and gotten married or were at least living with someone. He also confided that he had once had a desire to pursue Jeri, but that I had "beaten him out". This was almost too unlikely to believe, but what the hell, I decided to give it a try and see how far. I separate our kiss, moving down, softly biting and nipping your neck, shoulders, finding your breasts warm, and your nipples quickly hardened. Hand cupping one, as my lips and tongue play in gentle biting circles around the other. Your breathing is shallow and fast, the scent giving off a wanderlust which ignites my insides. After a flick and twist of your nipple, my hand leaves your breast, quickly making short work of your skirt and panties. They are off and on the floor before you. “Thank you, sir,” he said.Grace snorted.“Come on in,” ordered Belinda. “Leave your stuff for the moment. Coffee’s ready. Much more important!”Both parents led the way to the kitchen. Grace slipped her hand into Terry’s and mouthed a kiss to him. He squeezed her hand and returned the kiss.“So,” said Jim to Terry, “you’re the one who taught Grace to drive what Belinda calls Motorway Monsters.”“Helped to teach her,” smiled Terry. “Greg Honey, the foreman, taught her the basics. My job was the.