Morina & the Switching Spell Ch. 05 - Sex Stories

Morina & the Switching Spell Ch. 05

... then ran towards the field.

"Be careful up there!" I called after him.

"You, too!" he shouted back.

Within minutes, the sound of plane engines filled the air, followed by the planes themselves. Most of them were P-47 Thunderbolts. The girls in the WASP training camps preferred to call them by their other nickname, "jugs," especially around the large-breasted women pilots. We were a fairly randy bunch of women. In any case, the sound was deafening.

I observed at a distance as Lee got into his plane. He waved to me as he taxied onto the landing strip. After watching his plane take off and following it until I could no longer see the tiny dot in the distant sky, I turned and went to look for Agatha.

As I was walking towards the motor pool, I felt an electric "jolt" from the quilt, the kind you'd get from static electricity.

"Morina Blythe Spellman! What are you doing in England?" an angry voice from the quilt asked.

"Oh, Mother, please don't get upset with me. They needed someone to fly a plane to England and I volunteered," I said to the quilt.

"I was worried sick about you. I thought something bad had happened to you," the quilt replied.

"Mother, I'm not a child any more. I'm perfectly capable of taking care of myself," I answered.

"Don't give me that. You're in a war zone. It's bad enough that your brother is over there, but now you are too. Just what were you thinking?" she asked.

"Mother, I'm fine, honest. I met a couple of witches from ...

... the London Coven and they're going to set me up with a job and a place to stay for a while," I explained.

"WHAT?!" the quilt shrieked, "You just fly yourself back here where you belong, young wiccan. You're in enough trouble as it is."

"I'd like to obey you, Mother, but I'm afraid I can't. There's something I got involved with and I can't tell you what it is, but I'm going to have to stay here for a while. I promise I'll get back as soon as I can," I said, sincerely.

There was a long pause before she answered back. There was an audible sigh before she spoke.

"I'll write to Samantha Caldwell. She's the head of the London Coven. She owes me dozens of favors after I sent her all those copies of my book of enchantments and spells. I'll ask her to keep a special eye out for you. In the meantime, I hope those friends of yours know what they're doing," she replied.

"I'll look for her, but it will take a while for that letter to get here. In the meantime, Lee asked me to take care of the quilt while I'm here," I said.

"I'm glad he did. A small tent is no place for this quilt. I had a devil of a time keeping it from getting moldy, not to mention that family of field mice that kept trying to take bits and pieces of the fabric to line their nest," she said.

I was approaching the motor pool. I couldn't see Agatha or the car, but there were plenty of mechanics working on a damaged "jug." One of them saw me and whistled.

"Gotta go Mother. I'll let you know when it's ...