“Very. I am ta a Maker, as’n’a Maker is ta a youn’ child carving crude toys outta sticks.”Veronyka covered her eyes, rubbing her temples. �...Oh, man. That’s what I figured. Last night you said knowledge of ... a certain magic that we saw would be ‘sacrilegious,’ in the Shademaster’s view. Why is that?”“Th’ secrets o’ how Makers Make tis one o’ ‘ur most deeply held secrets.” Dulgan informed her quietly. “Whole Clan’s’ve been kilt o’er not keepin’ it. Tis at th’ very core o’ what we do.”“And the. I would need to go late at night so that I wouldn’t get caught. I would have to wear black so that I couldn’t be seen. And we would have to work quickly and quietly so as not to alert the neighbors or the boys in the frat house next door to them. The danger of it added an extra element of excitement I could not resist. I needed a moonless weeknight, and my long sleeve black dress with the wide skirt, and a pair of my old, dark, opaque tights with an access hole cut appropriately in the crotch.I. I hadnt even intended that innuendo, and had to stop myself from grinning when I realized what Id said. Not that it was false either. I fully intended for Josh to make me a man but that wasnt something I was about to tell my mom. Hell, I didnt really want to talk about Josh with her in general. I loved her but there was some things she just didnt need to know. I didnt think it would bother her to know that I was&hellip, doing things with Josh, but I wasnt ready for that conversation yet. So,. The tongue and feeling Dean's semi-hard cock against her soft, warm crotch did it. She invited him back in and they sat back on the couch again. This time Stacey sat on his lap facing him and passionately French kissed him. Dean readily responded his hands, fondling her soft swollen breast. Stacey could feel his hard cock, swelled in his pants, and pushing into her moist crotch. She was ready for sex.They left the couch, went to Stacey's bedroom, where again they passionately kissed as they.