Shannon was the type of girl who intimidated men because of her good looks, her smarts, and her attitude, but I couldn't get enough of her, and looked...forward to being able to tag along with Jeff and Lindsay, just on the chance Shannon would be around.It was a Thursday night, or "Thirsty Thursday", as it was known at school. Jeff, Lindsay and I were hanging out after a night out, talking about plans for the weekend. I didn't have much to offer as I hadn't heard of any parties, and actually. “Erin!” I exclaimed, startled. Her response was to slap my bum, which drew a pained gasp from me. “What did we agree you would call me?” “I’m sorry, Mistress Erin!” “And don’t you forget it, or we’ll have to find an appropriate punishment for you. Now keep petting Martha.” Martha was quickly at the back of my mind though. Erin’s fingers trailed up and down my thighs, coming closer and closer to my pussy lips and leaving behind pleasant tingles on my skin. When she finally brushed against them. You want me to feel the burn!? Then Ill burn… you straight to hell you sick fuck! In an instant, I was enveloped by a burst of fierce green flames, which erupted straight out from my body and I immediately sensed that they were intended to protect it. What the fuck is this green fire&hellip,it came from me&hellip,out of me? The bastards face and hands were on fire and he fell back with a crash into a stack of boxes. He was writhing but I could see that the flames were consuming him, killing. " As turned on as I was, I kind of felt like a piece of meat them. But for some reason I loved it. And I think my wife seeing that was turning her on too. The next day we returned to try and repeat the same. This time my wife said she had another idea. This is how she put it to us, "No offense to either of you, but this is clearly becoming fun for the two of you. I know this started out very clinical, but as hard as we try to keep sex out of it, that is impossible to really do. So if I am going.