Thomas was, since it was already 11:30pm and he had told me he would be home 2 hours ago. I didn’t really care though. The kids had already gone to ...bed hours ago and I had pants in the dryer. I had accidently spilled some tea on my pants a little while ago and so I threw them in the dryer. I didn’t have any underwear on so I just picked a pair of Mr. Thomas’ basketball shorts out of the clean laundry bin and slid them on. They were very big on me but I didn’t care. I was lost in my own thoughts. Was Tamara masturbating about what had happened with Greg or was she reacting to her presence? Her daughter’s thrashing had subsided, but her breathing was deep and rapid. Dominque leaned over to kiss your daughter’s head to show she wasn’t mad or grossed out, just to show it was okay. Her robe fell partially open and as her lips encountered Tamara’s moist forehead, her breast landed upon her cheek. “It’s okay, baby,” Dominque said. Tamara moaned and snuggled her face into Dominque’s. As I went to head for our bedroom she stopped me and said, "No, I want you right here. Then we'll shower together and I'll make dinner. Then I will tell you about yesterday and my encounter last night." I was really turned on, not just by her outfit but by her sexual attitude as well. My mind was stirring: what was she going to tell me? My emotions were all over the place. I had never seen her like this before: the outfit she wore last night, her sexual attitude tonight, and wanting to shower. "According to this spell, it has the power to change someone into someone else." He read a little farther. "Not someone specific, but a specific type of change. The example the book gives is turning a man into a toad. All we need, is something from him. Hair, skin, fingernails, something like that. The best thing is fluids; including spit or semen." Gee, that's pretty simple." Ashley said, her voice still very weak. "Let's just go up to John and say 'Hi, would you mind spitting into.