It burned its way through my body as it moved through my veins. As this was happening a cloud of green glowing smoke started to rise from the center o... the pentagram. It formed into a huge body shape.Now you need to under stand that I stood 5'9” tall, had short blond hair, very white skin and was all muscle. As the smoke started to become solid my body started to change. I grew shorter and was now only 5'4”. My hair turned a bright red and grew long enough to reach my ass. My skin looked like I. "She called and cried for about a half an hour. She says that Art has told her he doesn't know if he wants to be married anymore. I just didn't know what to say to her."I sighed and then took another bit of toast and another gulp of coffee, then turned the newspaper page in front of me."We have to do something, Rick." I agree. But what? I really think Art is stuck on Barbara. It may be a temporary infatuation, but try and tell him that." Meanwhile, Betsy is really getting hurt," my wife said,. After a few moments of despair, I regained my composure and realized that this gave me time to prepare mentally and physically for our next matinee. This was not some chick I could just strip and rip. I didn't want to merely fuck her. This had to be more than simple sexual gratification. I wanted to melt with her in a carnal sea of passion. Just thinking about it got me too worked up. I was still tingling from our encounter and yearning for more. My cock was hard again but still sore from her. I took it, said nothing undressed and put it on. No sooner then I had it on and he practically tackled me flopping us down onto his bed. He laid on top of me and kissed me hard. We laid there a while making out, my head spinning from all this. We were there making out for a while when he pushed his hand into the top of the bikini bottoms. His fingers worked down to my private the place where no one was supposed to touch. Well except the guy you love, right? His fingers worked lower and lover.