"Please Reverend... like... what do you mean? Comfort others?" Sometimes when men stray the only final solution for the wife is vengeance... getting e...en. And I help them get even. But I'm sure that's not the case with you." The scheming pastor rubbed his palm over the now erect projection of the woman's sensitive nipples as he continued, "You're a beautiful and good woman and you will welcome him back, won't you? You'll let him enjoy you as he has enjoyed your sisters? And your niece?" I... I. And tonight, on our walk home from the mall, Chris had just made it obvious to me that he was feeling horny enough to want to have sex with me. To tell you the truth, that was kind of flattering, in a weird way. And I still wasn’t sure what to make of it all.At this point, Chris and I were walking by a huge, city-block-wide, rectangular-shaped hole in the ground that we kids in the neighborhood lovingly called “The Pit.” This hole had fairly-steeply-sloped, sandy walls that went down at least. Partly as a means of demonstrating their knowledge of the subject and partly to keep people from ‘casually’ studying magic. I think you forget sometimes that you are decades younger than the author’s intended audience.”“You’re right, I do,” Kal chuckled, “‘Other wizards’… It feels so strange when you or the townspeople call me a ‘wizard.’ Sure, I can use magic, but I don’t feel much like someone who has earned that title. Then again, I still feel strange when people I’ve known my whole life. We were sleeping with Laya’s head on my arm, leg on my legs, one breast pressing my chest, her one hand on my penis, my one hand on her one breast.I was in deep sleep, dreaming of my days to come. I half awoke as Laya was no sleeping fully on me. I held her dearly hugging her from my arms. Her big and tight breasts were piercing my chest. She was still sleeping. I raised her head and placed my lips on hers. Even in sleep, the doll responded by pressing on my lips and opened her mouth. The Good.