“Robby, you go see your friends. I will pack what little we have to pack, I’m sure that Murphy will forego his fishing this morning, to help me. K...nock when you come back, will you?”“Thanks, Mom; and, Murphy, thanks to you too. Not just for the breakfast, either.” Robby said, as he shook my hand.“Here, Robby, take these.” Meghan handed him four more condoms.“Thanks, Mom, see you later.”“Go get ‘em, killer.” I said, as he turned to leave, with a grin on his face, and a stiffie in his. Stuff. The nearest member of Grams, I mean, my coven lived in Louisville and all of my fellow coven members were at least a century older than me. The times I'd met them when Grams had called for coven meetings, they'd treated me like a baby still in diapers. Except for magic we had nothing in common. The deciding factor was that Stan had always seemed pretty decent. It wasn't just an act of his while trying to get into my pants. Though we hadn't seen each other in three years, I still felt. He now considered it a betrayal of Marianne when he thought of his night with Allison, even with the nod and wink he'd received from his girlfriend. Honest, loyal people didn't do that, and Simon had been brought up to be both of those things.Also, a little drink was one thing, but Simon had smoked what he'd been offered and knew in his heart that he'd have given in on the cocaine as well...He tried rationalising that he was under duress; the temptation was something most people would have. His cock was standing out like a tent pole right in front of Lyn’s eyes.“OK, Phillip. What are you going to do?”Phillip dropped down to his knees in front of her. He placed his hands on her shoulders and started to gently massage the muscles. Lyn moved forward towards him which gave him access to her back. He understood and moved down along her back massaging the muscles as he went.“You’re not saying anything? Remember I’m your wife. I’m sure she would appreciate a kiss during her back.