But this time I, like all the great artists of our times, have set out to challenge our views instead." Moira's voice droned on. At least she claimed ...she had done something different this time. I had seen enough films of our family and her hobbies.Then there was an artistic cut, and an older woman with a short and practical haircut appeared on the screen. It was mom. I wasn't very surprised to see her. I guess this was yet another film about our family, after all. I kept watching, though,. After a 30 second orgasm, Maria then seemed to be reaching back underneath her. John heard a pop as Maria undid the suction from the desk and said to the camera, “ John, fuck me where everyone can see me, right in the window.” He watched her gingerly crawl off the desk with the dildo still stuck in her pussy and then back up against the office’s floor to ceiling window. She unzipped her skirt to let it fall to the floor so she could spread her legs. The dildo suctioned itself against the window. I suddenly felt dizzy and she looked concerned as I stumbled a bit, my equilibrium suddenly lost in the time and space of the ballroom. The song ended and I recovered my grace and asked her to stay out on the dance floor with me for yet another slow dance song. I looked her in the eye, through my glasses and hers and I asked her in a hushed tone if she was very ‘Literate.’ She smiled a funny smile and wrinkled her nose a bit and asked what I meant by that. I didn’t want to just ASK if she was. Several months ago Lucy was walking through the mall and she spied a shop she hadn't seen before, it was called 'Spells R Us,' and it is the firm I work for. I am a witch, a fully paid up card carrying member of the W.A.W.A., (Warlocks and Witches Amalgamated), a 100% genuine broomstick riding witch. This was in Boston, by the way, and she came in because of her problems. You know the story, of course, that she had only married Maurice to get away from home and the temptation you created. Lucy.