I wasn’t sure about that but I downed the drink in one, then coughed again and shook my head.The Libertine laughed again as if reading her mind.I’ll go find Kyle and Stacy!I wasn’t sure why she volunteered to tell me more but I wasn’t going to say no, I get Granny Sex home around 7. She looked me squarely in the eyes and nodded then left.So I took the suit off.This was an interesting turn.She said and took the head back into her mouth.They found a nice little table, off in the corner, where it wasn’t as noisy, and they could chat without having to speak loud.As they feasted on crab cakes and drinks, Gwen asked him about himself.My hands gripped her hips.I might have gone, eh, gone too far… There was a pause, then I’m sorry, and he hurried out of the room.I giggled, bent over before Brandon, my ethereal dress hiked over my nonexistent hips, my hands spreading glutes that didn’t exist, Do you have it yet?I buried hard into her, the pressure hitting that wonderful peak. Deciding not to mince words, Patricia said, Your daughter is a sorcerer. Say what? The hell are you smoking? You heard Granny Sex me right, Patricia replied. She’s smart isn’t she? Smarter than every one of her friends, I’d bet. From there, Patricia went into the explanation of how those with genius-level intellect sometimes have the power to use sorcery. Much of it went over the mother’s head, but she understood enough when she realized that her daughter, always smarter than those around her, was more than just intelligent. It took a solid twenty minutes, but the lady finally calmed down enough to start to process everything that had happened. My god… you’re saying my daughter is so smart that she can use magic ?! That’s right, said Patricia. The problem is that she has no idea of this or how to control it. That’s where we come in, Miss Orson. You can call me Latonya.