Come what may, he was hers now.She didn’t want to give him up either and suspected that her own feelings were stronger than she wished to admit. She...pulled her hand away.“It seems a workable solution for the next twenty to thirty years or so. We will have to find another solution later, or you will need to get very good at glamour’s like me,” she said.Marty was happy with this response. She hadn’t told him to piss-off. He’d have to keep working on her, as he didn’t think he was the only one. She turned to face him and they kissed long and hard and her cunt was starting to flood."I need you in my bed," she breathed.Alan followed Rosemary Hendon's swaying backside up the stairs with his erection showing the way.Another kiss in the bedroom before she was on her back and guiding his rigid cock into her waiting cunt. The meeting of sex organs that were possibly going to meet twenty five years previously was now complete.Back then he was a virgin but now he put his sexual experience. Now the white hot thread of energy, the one that had vibrated so thickly between them, finally snapped. The electricity flew from his fallen form to her own kneeling one, leaving her no choice save to absorb it's sudden release with a twisted sense of satisfaction. Her eyes flicked open as the force of it hit her, revealing sparkling, cloudy hues of golden light dancing around her, fading away as the shroud of unconsciousness fell ever closer. Besides her Potter was moving... Standing.... By now tears were streaming from the woman's eyes, and with each contact sheyelled with the pain. The first stroke of the second dozen landed a littlehigher then the rest, creating a fresh mark on what remained of the pale flesh. Dawson knelt down and examined what he had achieved. He smiled to himselfin satisfaction and delivered three strokes directly across the tender areaof flesh at the top of the woman's legs. It seemed impossible, but she howledlouder than she had done before. Dawson.