"No -you've got the wrong guy! I never did those things you said - Inever would! There's this guy at school - Paul Martin. But that's nothis name! Pau...l's his middle name! It's Christopher! Not Morton! Martin!He's the one you want - he's a total thug. Please! You're making amistake! You've got to let me go!"She shook her head."Is that the best you can come up with? After all this time? I'mdisappointed! You're pathetic, kid. Now, there's only ten minutes ofthis journey left, and I want you to be. That was good and bad though, since I really wanted to help Pat out.I had invented a couple of spells, though it would be fairer to say I re-purposed and refined a couple. I had been practicing a lot with bits of gravel and river rocks, and I could make one of them look pretty decent, with real facets like a jeweler does. No one would mistake my attempts for real gems, but I wanted the skill in case I ever needed it, and it made me feel less like a fraud.My most marketable skill was acting as a. She took both of my hands and placed them on her breasts. As I started caressing her breasts her breath got harder again. The more harder she breathed the more harder I caressed them. With my fingers I did the same thing what I used to do with my mom when I played with her nipples. I squeezed her nipples and she squeeled in pleasure. I could feel a wet patch in my abdomen which was beneath her vagina. She lifted her vagina and she slowly moved her butt, as I caught her breasts and squeezed them. We would give beaver shots, boob shots and many other things. The old men at the club could not keep their eyes off of us. So one day we are fixing some splinklers on one of the greens. These old men came up-six of them. they were probably in their late sixties or seventies. We let them sneak a good peak of our pussys. They started to flirt with us. linda made some comment to them about being to old to fuck. They said that we could not keep up and then dared us to try. Linda and Tammy never.