Well, Karen knew a few bikers in a neighboring city. We were thinking of going to meet them and possibly having a little fun ;) I liked the thought of... taking on a few bikers ! Well, we went to meet them at a small biker bar not too far from here. There were four of them. Well, we dressed up as biker sluts; leather pants, I let my D cup twins hand out and Karen has nice long legs and although her boobs are not big, she has very powerful, noticeable nipples. Anyway, we met these bikers at the bar. There were twenty or more of us, and we used a ritual Lantern to transfer the energy into the ward we’d made. It wasn’t transferring energy straight into a ward. It was more like filling a bucket, and then dumping the bucket somewhere else. ” Janie explained.“It’s the same thing. Transfer patterns can store energy too. Not as well as some other patterns, but well enough. The mark on your chest is the Lantern or bucket. The mirror is the ward.” Bella sounded like she was explaining basic. I’m parked in a space in that corner. I realize how perfect the spot is as we reach my car. Nobody can see us from the street or the front of the club. And this side of the parking lot is empty. Good. I need you. Now, baby. I take your hand and guide you to the back of my car, between the car and the wall. I lean down to kiss you, my kiss is urgent and desperate. My fingers reach for your jeans. Before you can say anything, your jeans are unsnapped and my fingers are down your panties. You’re. He brought thebaby with him into the den where he collapsed on the couch. He put hisfeet up and relaxed. After a few minutes, he started to feel guilty as itwas obvious from his maid training the room needed tiding up. He got upand put the baby in her crib. He discovered the vacuum in a closet anddid all the lower floor rooms. He found a rag and dusted, figuring anyjob worth doing was worth doing well. He emptied the trash and arrangedthe throw pillows on the couch. Standing back, he was.