He wantedto pass it on, powerful and dangerous as it is, to ensure this small butremarkable bit of human achievement is never lost." Magic isn't like ...in the stories. It doesn't take deals with the devil ora lifetime of study. Anyone can learn it, even though it holds the powerto rearrange reality itself. This particular ritual transmutes a singleperson in body and soul. The core of who they are remains, but theyotherwise become someone new, someone they will always have been, someonethey always. Still teasing her breasts and nipples with the other, Christine moaned from the delightful sensation of her niece between her legs."You taste so good, Aunt Christine." You can have all you want," Christine moaned in response, already feeling the hot pressure of an orgasm coiling within her loins.Lynne's tongue danced over her aunt's folds, tantalizing her every pleasure point. Christine's hips rocked up toward her niece's lips, her fingers twining even more tightly into the younger woman's. Was this what people wore to weddings? The shoes sat on my bed, waiting patiently in their pretty box. I sat down and worked my feet into them, my usually capable fingers fumbled with the tiny buckles. All I could think of was Matt and his reaction when he saw me. I’d never been more nervous and excited in my life. I put my lipstick and my truck keys in the small silver purse that had been included with the shoes. At the last minute, I also decided to slip in a few tissues, just in case. I. They settled into a happy, platonic routine and became very comfortable with each other until fate again intervened with the camera. Having become the class photographers, everyone on the yearbook staff assumed they had also become the school event photographers. The school football team was playing the neighboring town’s team, pictures were needed of the great rivalry event. Not wanting to carry all their camera gear and ride the bus with the jocks, Bill and Julia had purposely missed the team.