And i asked her to stop suddenly and she stopped and she asked whats the matter i said i am going to show you something and she said what is it puzzle... i took her hand in to mine and walked a few steps back there were two peacocks dancing at some distance she liked it a lot and hugged me and she said lets go to them i said ok but lets take our scooty along so we started in to forest and as we approached them they flew away and we ran after them felt a little low but i immediately kissed her and. Her hand slipped from his crotch and returned to join its sister, clinging to the hard mounds of his buttocks."Fuck me!" she whispered-moaned, pulling her mouth from his. "Fuck me hard, my husband!"Releasing his holds on her tits, he raised himself on his elbows, smiling down with pleasure at the woman---his wife---who lay beneath him. The stiff nipples of her breasts still stabbed into his chest, as she writhed languidly under the deep impalement of his sex.Responding to her desires, his hips. Alex was inside his bedroom. The door was closed. But Alex was not studying for school. He was sat down cross-legged, with some kind of opened book beside him, and surrounded by candles. Alex was chanting voodoo spells. In front of him were three wax dolls, each having a piece of brown hair strand tied up to them. Each doll represented a member of the Pascal family. He was performing rituals with them.This was a book on black magic which Alex had bought back in Burma years ago. His parents. I still remember vividly that August morning, climbing into a friend's VW van with epic Frank Frazzeta artwork front to back. My mother, Moonbeam, had washed all my tie-dyed tee shirts using new Fab, now with lemon-fresh Borax. My four traveling companions and I were ecstatic for what surely lay ahead. With the sweet scent of Acapulco Gold wafting through the shag-carpeted van, we cranked the radio up and in succession heard Honky Tonk Women, Bad Moon Rising, Sweet Caroline ...bum bum bum....