Dusty was amazed she figured that out so easily. While he figured that she would change the wording around to suit her, he also knew that for now he w...uld stick to what he knew so as to not screw up any spells he was working with. But in time he might do the same as what she was planning.The only thing Dusty set as a non-negotiable condition to teaching her was that she wasn't to ever teach anyone else without talking to him first and getting approval no matter who or when. And for now telling. "Shelly giggled and I laughed, calling out, "Go get some, you're the host at this party." Yeah, yeah," he called out from the other room, keep your pants on." then he cackled at his own humor and shambled into the bedroom searching for his pants and wallet."I'll be only be gone a couple minutes hon." Okay, but you don't have to go. We have wine and some scotch left you know." A guy needs his beer. I'm an ass not to have bought more."I remained quiet.Shelly got up and gave Sully a hug and a long. And then... My knee slipped off the edge of the sofa! “Oh crap” I said as I started to fall towards the floor. Steve tried to grab me and I tried to grab him, but all we succeeded in doing was pulling him with me. We fell off the sofa together. I landed on my back with a thud, and in the same instant he landed on top of me, causing his cock to stab into my behind and me to let out an involuntary groan of pleasure. We looked at each other and burst into laughter.This was the perfect position for. Although he is anxious, his hands have read her body. They are expert. They know. Her body answers them.The subtle placement of the sheet makes her smile. He cannot see her face. His hands must interpret. She is female. She is prone. She is passive. All she wants to know is his hands. She likes them. She wants their touch. She does not protest the placement of the sheet. His hands continue their work. Flesh, hands, sensation, pleasure. From him, through her, returning to him. She is floating..