It was late and I decided to get a drink then head back to the sleazy motel down the road, get up early and continue my journey. The shabby bar was em...pty except for the bald headed bartender with a pot belly and an old guy by himself at a back table with his head down on the table, holding an empty shot glass; the head of a buck with huge antlers hung from the wall over the bar. We were in the middle of nowhere so I was surprised when this sexy young woman walked in wearing tight faded jeans. Simon was on his back in bed, the cotton sheet forming an obscene tent over his morning erection. ‘Emma,’ he murmured, eyes closed. ‘Yes, Simon, it’s me,’ Emma took a step closer. ‘Oh Emma,’ Simon continued, and the cock-tent twitched and shuddered. It dawned in Emma that Simon was talking in his sleep, and that the only part of him that had yet awoken was his horny, throbbing member. His hands and fingers twitched by his sides. ‘Oh Emma, those tits,’ he babbled dreamily a smile spreading. I had wondered why the alarm I cast on my apartment hadn’t gone off when Neil showed up. I wasn’t sure whether I had cast it right, someone else had dispelled it, or Neil had something that nullified it. Now, I find out that I had cast it correctly and that it had never been dispelled.The instant Lawson stepped past the threshold of my home, all of the lights went from off or on to strobe-like flashing, in unison no less making the effect that much more dramatic. At the same time, everything. The bath was the first phase of her plan to seduce her own husband. After all, a woman who smells of a days hiking and campfire smoke isn't the sexiest of women. And tonight, she wanted to be as sexy as she felt. She wanted to be sexy for Frank. She had to be sexy for him.Stepping from the chilly current, she briskly toweled herself dry. The soft moonlight played on her body, her skin glowing milk white. She knew she was a small woman, but she also realized she was attractive, not beautiful,.