We got to go!”Dress mode was casual, by which I mean we wore sneakers and underwear. I had been planning at first on shorts and a tube top, but Anna...stopped and reminded me we’d have lots of kids around us. My eyes widened, but I threw a top on over the tube. She wore shorts and a t-shirt, with a bra underneath. Jerry wore khakis and a polo shirt, and deck shoes without socks. I asked him about that. Both Anna and I had little footie socks with our tennis shoes. “I’ve been going without socks. Criminy, Pearl. It's your body. You can fuck anyone you want. I don't have a say in the matter unless we finally agree on a set of behaviors both of us can live with."She frowned. "I think I know where you're heading with this. You want to fuck around, don't you?" Nope, I want us to fashion a set of rules we can both live with - no matter what. Are you saying we should include sexual fidelity as one of the rules?" Yes." Why?" Because... well, sexual fidelity... it's normal, Josh." Fuck normal.. I looked at the others. “What was that all about?” They exchanged another look. “Will someone talk to me, please? Did I do something wrong?” I looked around at the apartment. “Did the spell go awry?”“No,” Jordan said. “No, it went off the way you intended. We all felt it.”I blinked. “You felt it?” I glanced at Emma and the bedroom door that hid Dalton from me. Those two still had their power, though they couldn’t use it. I looked at Jordan, and a thought sprang up. “You don’t think...?”She. She starts with gentle strokes as if she is finishing the final details of a wet oil painting with her fingers. Then she starts to move in tiny circles as though she is delicately rubbing scented oil onto a single freckle, almost tickling herself. She starts to rub harder, as she feels her passage way relax and become more and more pliant. She soon becomes wet and slippery rather than just a little moist. Alice strokes her lips again with the greatest dexterity, this time more confident but.