His other hand slid under the small bit of skirt left over her waist and fished up to her buttocks. The hot pressure of his large hands petting her sm...oth skin caused her to squirm against him. Susannah's whimpers grew louder as his hands stroked her breasts and ass. He pinched at her nipples and began to slide the palm of his hand into the crack of her buttocks. He momentarily allowed one finger to press against the tight hold of her anal passage. By now Susannah was in a frenzy, her heart. That was why she'd jumped when the opportunity came, no matter the price. A strange old woman had approached Amelia on the street, knowing all about her problem, and that of her son. The woman had even offered a possible solution, though she had told Amelia that the price would be extremely high. She had given Amelia a magic spell, one which could trade the bodies and lives of two people. However, it could only be used on one of close blood. And it could only be used if there was no intention. ..uh...Mrs. Thomas?" The reference to "Mrs. Thomas" did not signal to Steve that he was dressed inappropriately, considering his current status. It was just, as a 16-year old guy, he would think nothing of answering the door in a state of disrobe. This denoted something very different altogether. "Yeah. What can I do for you?" Steve replied in his mother's dulcet tones. "I have to get you to sign for a registered letter." said the mailman. Steve picked up the pen from the clipboard and began to. " Why would you be surprised, you're a nice man when you're not drinking." I hope she thinks so, I'll call you tomorrow Brenda, goodnight." Goodnight Bill."Brenda finished her soda and walked out into the cool autumn air. Shedidn't feel like going home yet so she walked up Sixth Avenue and waslost in her thoughts. She had wandered for several blocks when she wasbrought back to reality when she heard her name."Brenda, what are you doing here?" asked Susan Marques."Susan, hi, I was just out.