Die dabei noch ein paar Risse mehr bekam.Mir stockte der Atem.Hatte ich schon erwähnt, daß sie die Superlative der Femme fatale war? Ich hatte unter...rieben.Die Wahrscheinlichkeit, daß sie wirklich Gott war, war gerade um mehrere Zehnerpotenzen gestiegen.Vom Scheitel bis zur Sohle, sie schien so nah an perfekt, wie es nur Gott möglich sein sollte. Natürlich bemerkte sie meinen auf sie gerichteten, gierigen Blick. Sie erwiderte ihn mit einem Lächeln, heller als zehn Sonnen.Sie spreizte stehend. D. "Candy Cane?" he spat dismissively. "Is the Wizard of Wall Street a 'she' now?"Candy squirmed in her chair, looking at her expensive pumps not daring to say a word. Finally she looked quickly up, then back down. Damn his eyes-- they bored into her! "Yeah, well, that's what happened. It's none of your business. If you don't like it, tooo goddamn bad." Her high-pitched voice made her sound sulky rather than furious.M leaned back. "Please don't be offended, Miss Cane-- oh, I'm sorry. It did occur to me that the electric dome was really useless against me: I could easily transport things or people in or out of the enclosed area without ever impinging on the dome. Did the wizards know that? I was back to the question of just how smart were those guys? Well their ignorance was a help to me, so I hoped that it continued.The next morning, I asked Granny Eltman for her opinion about dumping water on the electric dome. As soon as I asked the question, I worried for Granny Eltman's. Aimee started a massaging motion that consisted of her hips moving as well as the muscles of her cunt constantly modifying their grip. Aimee didn't fuck this way very often, and I found it extremely stimulating.I sent waves of love directed at Aimee, and found, to my surprise, that she was doing the same thing to me at the exact same time. I felt lost in the torrent of the pure emotion that Aimee and I were sharing. I moved my face down to kiss Aimee, which would be the icing on the cake for.