” She sat on her bed and pointed at the book. “So let’s try something from that. You need a circle or anything?” You shake your head.“Not fr...om what I can tell. I think you’re just supposed to read it.” You flip thought the book, landing on a particular set of animations. “Oh, how about this? it’s not like a love spell or like a good luck spell--we’re going to know if this one doesn’t work.”“What is it?”“I dunno--seems like it should get your clothes off the floor, though.” You laugh, thinking. I’d love to know how many times I was fucked. I was gaping more than I ever remembered and loving it! At last the crowd started to drift out; soon it was just one worn out slut and a couple of guys. The one was the older gent who’d offered to stick around til the end. I crawled out of bed again and stumbled to the bathroom to pee; as I walked – slowly – cum just ran down my sticky thighs. Everything below my waist was a twisted mess and the stockings were torn; I was missing a shoe so I just. Summer was just beginning and temps were warming up so it was common to leave windows open and in my case the door wall. I watched her for a couple of weeks going to work each day and saw that she did sit for a few minutes in her car and looked around as it warmed up. She did look up to my window and me being a big exhibitionist got very turned on but she was 20 years younger than I was so I didn't go nude in the window. when it got into summer I would go to the pool to relax and tan most. The directors’ cock was still solid and banging against his belly as he moved. By their own rules the director’s were not allowed to masturbate. They were also supposed to be dressed below the waste as the wife had been during the first masturbation; but that rule now seemed to be extinct.With two naked females left to direct to orgasm; he was in his own horny heaven. He even admitted out loud “This is the hottest day of my life”. Then remembering he was in charge said to the wife “Bitch, your.