"Clarissa! I'm glad it's you. It's Mac."He sounded funny, like he'd run to catch the phone himself."I know who you are, Mac," she told him dryly."Clar...ssa, it happened again tonight. It's bad, Clarissa, it's really bad."She sighed. As a scholar-mage she was intrigued by unusual magical phenomenon, in particular the slow, steady mutation of those abilities in people. And there was one area of magic she was fascinated the most, the one that used to be unknown, but only in the last hundred years. On the cruise they ‘interacted’ with us and ever since have been like the family that the four of us have dreamed about eventually being a part of. The problem is, they’re out at sea 24 to 28 days a month, so we rarely get to see or be with them. I suddenly had a thought, though the odds of it being true seemed slim.“Mike, Jessica, by any chance do you guys know an FBI agent by the name of Terrance Johnson, or TJ, as he likes to be called?”Both of them grinned before Jessica blurted out,. Soon I was throwing long gobs of seamen splashing into my toilet. ‘Big! FAT! Debbie!’ I grunted while squeezing myself. Now I was ready. By the time they’d be filming me I could last a half hour even if they had both my favorite she males there, Billie Jean and Jilly Grrl sucking me off. The directions were clear enough. Except that it took me through Pleasant Town’s roughest looking neighborhood. Not exactly the place a guy wants to be alone and dressed like I was. It was hard not to imagine. I felt my face flush red as I letgo of Matthew and steadied myself by holding on to the table. My mindwas racing. What was happening when I touched him? this wasn't normal.The feelings I got when we touched were so strong and powerful I didntwant to let go, yet at the same time my male mind was repulsed. Thedisconnect between what my mind wanted and what this body wanted werethe apposite of each other, and looking like I did. and getting theunwanted male attention that I did, made things a.