I had a bulge which was clearly visible through the boxer and she gave me a naughty smile.She pulled down my boxers. My 6 inches cock stood up and sal...ted the lady. She held it and began stroking up and down, up and down. The best feeling ever. And I asked her to put it in her mouth. She refused. Then I remembered that on the back seat of the car was some groceries my mom bought for the house.I took out the jar of Nutella out of it, opened it and smeared it some on my cock. She then took it. The visualization seemed to help, so I pictured how it had felt when I talked to Pat earlier. I had a question for him.‘Pat, you busy?’There was no reply, and I didn’t feel the connection we had earlier today. I tried again, this time visualizing the connection, the feel, as a streamer of bright green, reaching out, finding the path it had used before.‘Pat, you busy?’‘Hey kid, you try the spell?’ he asked, sounding distracted.‘Yeah, but something came up I need to know. This battery effect,. Bob took me to a booth and left to get drinks. A mandressed only in leather chaps and vest came over andasked me to dance. His cock was large and dripping pre-cum. I told him maybe later and he left.Bob came back and sat close to me. We drank and chattedand I felt his hand on my bare thigh, just above mystockings. I leaned over and gave him a kiss and felthis tongue in my mouth. I told him I thought he wascute and if he got me any drunker he might get into mypanties.The horny faggot little. The weather was nice and the dying sun was creating colors among the clouds. Paul worked on his beer and relaxed. He didn’t think of work, of Glenda, of Hopkins or Grafton. He concentrated on the waterfowl and the muskrat making its way across the lake. He thought of the corners of the lake where he would take Marge in the morning. He hadn’t been as peaceful in weeks. It was good therapy. He would not put the cabin on the market. It occurred to him that he hadn’t heard Marge bustling about.