" So the word 'ultra', when capitalised, is a form of ancient evocation."Marigold was sceptical. She was willing to accept some of the New Age beliefs...--ghosts, ESP, near-death experiences--but magical paint was going a bit too far. She responded with the rote challenge of the doubtful:"Prove it!" Naturally," replied the doghouse, employing a touch of irony.At this, a scroll of brittle parchment appeared in the doorway of the little structure. It began to roll toward the woman, just as a carpet. I fetched her lipstick and powder. She repaired her face with luxurious, slow appreciation while I putthe camera on a tripod and focused it. I told her to stuff a pillow under her beautiful ass and ran a soft rope under the bed and pulled her knees wide apart. I added another loop to keep her narrow waist on the mattress. "That should be good enough for now," I told her. She gave me a theatrical pout with her thick, freshly painted lips and rocked sensuously to test my knots. "Spread you pussy. " W-where are you?" Stan demanded."The Beauty Saloon," she reassured him."Uh-oh," Brad worried."Yeah, you two are so busted," Mickey advised the pair, amusement rich in her voice."Stan," came a deeper voice. A far more adult voice. A familiar voice. A masculine voice."Hi, Dad," Stan muttered."Turn around."They did so. The three men they faced had their reflective visors closed, so that neither lad could see the smirking grins on their faces. The adults' battlesuits bore the initials "SP" on the. Ever look at a guy and then felt wetness inside your panties right off? Well, that's what happened to me and I had this ache there too. If I didn't know about fucking and how two people did it, I knew that's what I'd want anyway ... to have my pussy penetrated by something hard, something hot and to feel the friction of skin against skin. I'd felt it so bad I thought I'd die until he had me on his car as if he knew what I needed.After he started thrusting his fingers in and out of me slowly,.