‘You’re not funny!’ snapped Julie. ‘Your stupid spell from yesterday worked!’ ‘Huh?’ ‘I said, your stupid spell worked! I have blonde ...hair, you idiot!’ ‘Julie, what are you talking about? The spell I read was for a golden crown, not blonde hair.’ ‘That book is old! Crown is an archaic way of saying hair, you moron! Or symbolic. Who cares? We need to fix my hair, stat! I can’t even dye it! Do you have any idea how silly an Asian girl looks with blonde hair?!?’ I came very close to giggling.. This time it was Sarah that broke the kiss, backing away quickly. "I'm sorry. I have to go," she told them, her face red, eyes wild, and breathing heavily. "I can't trust myself to behave if I stay any longer."Again, I blocked her way, not wanting the woman to leave. "Then stay and misbehave," I said. I brought my hand up to Sarah's face and cupped her cheek and whispered, "I want you here." I then reached down, and grabbed Sarah's hand, pulling it up and placed it over my heart."Your heart is. He put two then three fingers in my pussy then used his other hand to force my head down on his cock till my lips were against his groin. He wrapped a leg over my neck and held me down while I choke and gaged on his cock. Tears streamed down my face as I suffocated on his shaft and he humped up into my mouth. Finally, he released my neck and I came up gasping for air. “get over by the bed” He put me on my knees beside the bed and straddled my face, using his legs he pinned my arms to the side. I try to look down, modestly, to still my beating heart, to stop the flushed blood rising in my cheeks. I cannot bear it! I get thrown into such a hysteria. I had the misfortune to be born on St. Valentine’s Day — 1844. A well reared and educated girl, I of course do not look for any foolish lace and paper cards decorated with cupids and the like on The Day. I content myself with a small family party to which Mama may invite one or two of my friends from school. I just know she will invite.