"Do you think we're chasing one person or two?" One," she replied without hesitation."Why?" I asked without looking up."From what Fiona told me this c...uld only be the work of oneperson. Why use it on strangers if you have a partner?" she asked.I nodded. "And what gender do you think this person is?" Both," she replied. "If Fiona is right about the number of times thespell has been used, this person sees themself as both male andfemale...depending on how the spirit moves them."I let out a. Behind her, The Lord Wight was fucking steadily and expertly, his thighs hitting her buttocks with hard, regular smacks, making them ripple and flex. I am not sure he would have been grinning so delightedly had he known he was pounding into Mr Portman’s come, but least said, soonest mended, as my mother used to say.‘We’re the women your mother warned you about, William,’ I called.‘She was wrong,’ he managed to utter, then stared as I turned my attention to Mr Fitz-Lloyd, who was now standing by. My hands trembled as I unfastened his belt. I had only ever performed oral sex on four men in my life, and while I passionately love the feel of a man’s sex in my mouth, I was also passionately loyal to my husband. But loyalty means obedience, so I slid Ken’s trousers down. Beneath his form-fitting black shorts was the outline of his engorged organ. I traced the outline with my fingernail before sliding my hands inside the waistband and pulling down the shorts to reveal Ken’s manhood. . "He's adorable," responded her compatriot, a perky little red head.She had a tight looking little twat which was buried in a well clippednest of hair that was red, blond. I licked my lips as I caught sight ofit.It was an old trick, but I let go of my hat, leaving only my cock tosupport it in front of me."Nothing shy here ladies," I bragged, flashing them my best pretty boygrin.They both giggled at my joke."No matter how many times I see that," breathed Miss Fourth of July, "Itnever gets old.".