She smiled then, seeming to have made a decision. Wordlessly, she held her left hand out to his prone body, an unspoken gesture of invitation.Jon gras...ped her proffered hand. Surprised at the strength she had, for one so slight in stature. Easily, she pulled him to his feet and then, still holding hands, led him from the dance area and into the night.She pulled him to the ground, once they were beyond the light of the fire. Jon felt her hands grabbing at the tie of his breeches, which she deftly. "I'm not even moving that far away, just not right next to campus anymore. We can still hang out."She perked up a bit. "Really?" Yeah. You should come over to my place sometime anyway. Maybe I'll get you drunk, or something." I smiled at her. I was thinking '...and pump your pussy until your head spins.' But I figured that went without saying."Really?!" She asked again even more excitedly."Sure," I repeated. "I'd love to get you drunk some time."She kept her head down, unsuccessfully attempting. Now Grant had no idea where this obsession with his sister's panties came from. Maybe he was jealous of the variety of textures or colors? Maybe it was the different styles? Whatever it was it soon proved too strong to ignore and he graduated from just looking to stroking her silky drawers thus the necessity for no one else being at home.Once Grant managed to convince himself that it wasn't his sister that he was attracted to but her clothing he felt a little better and his confidence. She had caughtthe remark by the Djinn about the last wish, only one wish being hers tomake instead of the fabled three. She had to make it a good one. Janeglanced at the paper -- Prince Edward and his new bride, the luckySophia Rhy-Jones, were on the front page. This inspired her. She couldbecome Sophia, and Burt could become the Prince. Then they could haveeverything they wanted.Jane knew from reading the Arabian Nights that she would have to wordher wish carefully. She thought for a long.