. Hold on! Carla, can your coven help locate Megan? The witches on television have those locator spells." You know there is something I've read about,...it's not as easy as it is on TV, but..."Carla fished her phone from her wonderfully tight blue jeans and flipped it open dialing quickly."It's Carla ... emergency meeting ... no, all of them ... the cemetery on Oak Street, we have to cast before midnight so you have less than an hour ... see you there and make sure nobody's late, Megan's life may. " That's my boy! I mean girl," said Dad.I didn't tell him that I had never felt like a magazine had been writtenmore for me than this one because I didn't want him calling me his Cosmogirl. But it wouldn't be untrue to say that I felt like I was a Cosmogirl now. I found an offer for Cosmopolitan's first ever beauty box onpage 81 for ?20. It looked like a good deal particularly as I wasworried about blowing the rest of my salary on beauty products. Whyshould this magazine be considered only. “You know me better than that, Ronnie. I wouldn’t touch a hair on their little heads. They were perfectly safe with me. You got a fine family and should be proud of the both of them for being proper young ladies.”She looked at me with that look that intuitive females have with years of male falsehoods and outright deception.“William, you know you shot your load all over my prom dress before my date even had a chance to give me a kiss. Just because you eat pussy better than any man I ever met. For the rest of that second week, I jacked off Dad every day, and I let him suck milk from my bare breasts.Part 2Part 2 of the story starts at the beginning of week three, with Mary being scheduled out of town for the week. After the previous week of me jacking Dad off and him sucking milk from my tits every day, Dad and I were getting comfortable with our intimacy. I even started taking my t-shirt off before we began his bath, and Dad really enjoyed seeing my full, milk-engorged tits swaying.