What was even more of a problem, was the ring had a spell of true ownership, or something like that, on it. It would not work for anyone else. As a ma...ter of fact, it would not accept anyone else's touch, physically. It slipped from the grasp as if you were trying to grip water.While Roland understood the intellectual reasons for some of the doubts, he was feeling resentful all over again. He had thought this was behind him. But it appeared that what his teachers and masters of magic-craft. I wrapped my arms around my wife. Connie said, “I wish I could think an adaptation to my body, and yours, babe.”“What did you have in mind?” I asked.“I’d make your dick longer, with a thinner tip and a fatter root. The thin tip would let your cock head go through my cervix and into my womb. I’d move my G-Spot to encircle the opening of my cervix, and then when you shoved your spear into my womb, I’d cum from the G-Spot nerves and my clit would get pulverized by the fat root of your dick. It. We had been dating for about six months and it was the best six months of my life. We did everything together and there was nothing I couldn't tell paul. But even with such comfort in our relationship there was one secret I had been keeping from Paul that I knew eventually had to come out so on our usual "date night" one week I finally decided it was time to tell Paul the truth about me. He was nervous of course as I told him over the phone that there was something I needed to tell him and. " It was 10 o'clock, only two hours until the Winter Solstice Day feast began.Genevieve watched her husband get up from his throne and throw his clock over a shoulder as he followed after his Magistrate. An idle thought crossed her mind as she watched them walk away. She wondered, 'What would the old white haired Magistrate think if he knew that his King had a raging hard-on as he weaved his way through the crush of guests?'She smiled to herself, because she had been the cause of it. And giving.