<div class="floatleft"><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><div align="center">(https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/38ed/ml3mpr0wazqo3e5zg.jpg)<br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 4pt;"><br/></span><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Chloe</div><div class="spoiler_body"><ul class="bbc_list"><li><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: times new roman;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 13pt;">Natural yet untrained witch.</span></span></li><li><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: times new roman;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 13pt;">Modest girl, spelled into sexiness and unable to change clothes back.</span></span></li><li><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: times new roman;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 13pt;">Feeling adventuresome and a more than a bit horny.</span></span></li></ul></div></div><br/></div></td><td>(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/4d/AlTeregoSeparator.png)</td></tr></tbody></table></div><br/><div class="floatleft">(https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/9072/l4sngauu1a0c8lfzg.jpg)(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/4d/AlTeregoSeparator.png)<br/><span style="text-decoration: overline;">          </span></div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: times new roman;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 13pt;">Emmy suggests some urgency and that’s fine with me yet I don’t feel urgency. A girl thing? Only after foreplay and gentle teasing do I ever get to the point where ‘damn I need it right now.’ It’s hours of fun. I wonder if Emmy or Mikey is feeling which kind of urgency? I hope it’s Emmy feeling girl urgency, a slow warming toward an inevitable. Mikey like most guys was always too quick on  the draw no matter how he tried.<br/><br/>When Cirse heads off to talk with the hostess, I nibble another piece of pizza and let my mind drift to the times I’ve spent alone with both my dear friends. Comforting Cirse after a date gone bad. Mikey a bit in his cups and snubbed. I’ve enjoyed those too. And the times when both of them helped me take my mind off disappointments. And the times we just said ‘sure, let’s do this.’ Never a threesome, that just didn’t find an opportunity, not that I wouldn’t.<br/><br/>Cirse’s return puts Emmy in a bit of a spot. So good, we’re going to simmer this one over Limoncello. I let my witchy sense – yes, that’s what I’ll call this new thing the book has give me – the run of the now broken circle of salt around us. Do we need further shielding from Biffy? I glance that way and he seems to be every increasingly into his cups and his posse is starting to look concerned. I form an intention, think of the book, and his hand bumps a glass of beer and it spills onto the front of his khakis. Looks like he wet himself. Good, he’ll not be a further problem and I know I can do things when I choose if I choose. ‘Be careful here, Clo!’ I dissolve the charge on the salt circle in time for our Limoncello to arrive. Lift my glass to my mates.</span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: times new roman;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 13pt;">  “To us! To further fun! Tonight and every night!”</span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: times new roman;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 13pt;">And then the thought crystallizes! My nipples crinkle and I feel my panties dampen. Whisper …</span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: times new roman;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 13pt;">  “A foursome with a stranger! And we’ve never done a threesome! I like this book more and more!”</span></span><br/>