The enchantress was a beautiful lady in her thirties and men were willing to die to see her. One day the woman was standing by this window and looking... down into the garden, when she saw a bed which was planted with the most beautiful rampion (rapunzel), and it looked so fresh and green that she longed for it, and had the greatest desire to eat some. This desire increased every day, and as she knew that she could not get any of it, she quite pined away, and looked pale and miserable. Then her. ' She was on a call with her long-time boyfriend and only pre-SLT lover, Jeff. He was calling from Burlington where he attended the University of Vermont."Sarah, what were you thinking? That I'd be okay with your suddenly going wild and crazy? Who are these people? How could you be seduced by this lunacy?" Jeff sounded beside himself with emotion."Jeff," she sighed, "it's not lunacy. It's ... it's ... I don't know how to explain it, except to say that it's just something that I felt I HAD to. ”“I know how it is, getting used to a new plane,” James replied with a nod to me. “Maybe when I come back in a couple weeks, we can talk Julien into letting us take it up for a test flight. I would love to see how she handles.”I laughed. “I think we can arrange a flight somewhere when you get back. Other than a quick look when they brought it in, I haven’t had a chance to really check out the new jet myself. Dale does have a trip to Philadelphia on the twentieth, maybe we should just go. I blush, hearing him and my mouth shuts quickly. We ride in silence for a few miles, my pussy grinding sloppily against his shaft as it lies just under me, hiding in his shorts. My breathing is ragged as my heart tries racing out of my throat. 'He has to want it, why else would he be hard right now? Shit! Am I in trouble?' My thoughts run a thousand miles a minute but stop as his hand lifts up before us."What's this princess?" he asks holding up his fingers, soaking wet with my juices.I tremble.