My fingers; her cunt. My tongue; her clit. My cock; her cunt.And then her turning bodily to face me, her eyes intent on me in the sodium wash of the c...ty. A moment before I understood. Then both of her hands began their mission, unzipping my fly. No time to feel the chill of the evening air on my cock when her mouth took it into its keeping. I studied her expressions as her lips accommodated the bulk. From the outside, all was calm in our world; inside Izzy's mouth, an orgy of tongue-curling. Thetwo of us were there on the couch, Julie in her jeans and bra, me in myskirt and bra. We started right where we left off. Julie casuallyexplored my body never pushing the line too far, as I did the same withher."I hate to put a stop to this, but I have to work in the morning."declared Julie, almost out of breath. I looked at the clock and it wasnearly two in the morning."I understand", I stated somewhat disappointed, but understanding."Same couch tomorrow? I could be back here around four. Real magic."I looked at Lauren. She looked at me. We both sat up, turned, and looked back at him."Let's see a trick," I said."Yeah," Lauren added, "What can you do?"He blushed a bit. "I'm not very good. I can only do little things." Any amount of real magic would be amazing, right?" I said.He smiled. He took a coin from his pocket."Take it and hold it in your hand."I did."Now squeeze it, hard."I squeezed. He muttered a spell. I felt magic flow, a small amount. I didn't cast a counter-spell. I. "I have a confession, Harry. I was ready to suggest coming inside every couple of hours to warm up for a bit. It was atrocious out there today. But I just couldn't lose face in front of you!" I've exactly the same confession to make to you." Harriet laughed hysterically. When she had recovered she continued "Why couldn't we have listened to Jenkins. He must think we're both certifiable - I saw it in his face yesterday." No, Harry. We made it, didn't we? That means that we can do it again, if.