That didn't help. I started to grab for her but she pulled away just out of reach. She wiggled her finger in my face. "Uh-uh-uh, no touching." She was...teasing me and it was working. I wanted to touch her and with the playful smile, the eager glint, and mouthwatering display of cleavage, I had more than one reason to hold her. I was feeling the same pangs of lust as she was. Maybe Vikkor had modified her as she had Mandy. Then a different thought drifted to the front of my mind, maybe my own. In the tenth handwriting she again found some interesting information. "It seems I am the tenth victim of this magic trap. I have never believed in such things as magic but the evidences are impossible to ignore. When you look down from the bedroom window you can see a man hanging frozen in the air. Is the real trap that you should use the dildo in the bedroom or is that you try to climb down past that man. He is hanging so close to building that you need to touch him if you want to get down. I. Sixty seconds later, the gang opened the door and allowed the Puerto Rican beauty back into her quaint abode where there in her drunken state she suddenly didn't seem too overly concerned about her nudity, and apparently did not have the energy to put all her clothes back on.Instead she reached over to the sofa and snatched a blanket for herself, but despite covering her shoulders, was still fairly exposed to her flustered friends. Over the next few rounds the girls were slowly asked to take. "Mack, you know I don't know who my father is," I said. "As far as I'm concerned, you're my dad. You always treated me like a son so I'm going to be coming to you for some fatherly advice in the next few weeks."Mack choked back a sob when he told me he'd be happy to help me decide.The call to Tom was less serious. He and I had stayed in touch mostly by e-mail. He had married and was working for a computer firm in Richmond, Va. I didn't ask his advice because I knew what it would be — go for the.