“While my hand slides under your panties.”“Wait, I’m not wearing any panties. I sleep naked!” she chuckles as she sends this message.“Mmmm... I can feel how wet you are as my hand rubs your clit.”“Your fingers feel like they’re on fire. Don’t stop. It feels so damn good.”“Stroke my hard cock as I rub your pussy.”“Mmm yeah. My hand can barely wrap around your pussy. I feel you getting hornier as I stroke up and down lingering for a moment to rub my cock on you.”“Mmm, that feels so good; I want to. A transaction occurred. You can't just turn up and say you didn't mean it. Where would that leave your credibility? No that wouldn't do at all. Even if it was likely that Kushnar would accept it." Sir Patrick was long experienced in making the outrageous seem reasonable."But I didn't 'trade' Suzie. I couldn't, could I?" No, but that's not how Kushnar would see it. You turn up with an attractive woman in tow. Of course he assumes that she is 'yours'. That's the way that their culture works, even. As we headed upstairs my cock was already starting to grow and I hoped Jim's was the same . After a while looking at the mags Jim asked me if I'd ever worn my mums knickers and stuff , I admitted I had and he told me that he loved doing it . The decision was made to head through to his parents bedroom and his mums dresser , now Jim's was was a bit of a looker and I'm sure she had a few admirers especially with his dad not always around , he knew which drawer to head for obviously having done it. "That should do it," he said, and took off the amulet.Anne returned, swaying a little, as if the house were afloat.At once, she pressed her hands to her belly."Damnation!" she said. "It's still there!" What -" Millie began, but realisation arrived: Anne had hoped to usethe strange power of the Greek amulet to magic away an unborn child. Itseemed that becoming a man hadn't banished the little one, however.Or had it? Might she now miscarry? To her shame, Millie hoped that shewould - for fear that.