Not if you believe in the magic in words.” Eric squinted and looked at me suspiciously, “How much whisky have you had to drink? Magic? You gotta ...e shitting me. That is downright stupid. What, you recite some incantation and make a girl fall back in love with you? I think you are stupid if you believe that.” “Not magical words, magic in words. Big difference,” I smiled. He studied my face and replied, “Nah, I still call bullshit on any type of magic. But, continue, I’m curious, old man.” . What's that about?" I asked, curiously. "That's probably our wedding video! Would you like to watch it after we watch a movie?" mom asked. "Yeah, sure!" I replied excitedly. I put in Scream, because it's my favorite scary movie! I mean, it could happen in real life! A killer who calls and asks questions to his/her victims and end up chasing and killing them. It's scary to think about, yet it's a possibility. My mom and I sat down, and I saw that she made popcorn and there was a bottle of wine. I asked why he asked for the oil, he laughed and said it’s for lubrication and easy penetration like a piston in the engine, pointing to my cock I understood and smeared my cock with oil and taking some in fingers, caressed his ass-crack deep to reach his hole. My finger slipped easily into his asshole and I started inserting deep and feel the inner walls of his anus. Initially I felt it dirty and unwilling to probe his shit-hole and was a bit clumsy, unlike him, but he, on the contrary, was. Next she loosened the waistband of her miniskirt, and let it drop to the floor where she stepped out of it. Herman was out of his trousers and shirt, and sporting a big springing hardon.“Where shall we do it, Dad?”He grabbed a couple of cushions and threw them on the floor. “On the carpet, girl,” said Herman.Pauline dutifully got down on the floor, laying on her back, one cushion under her head, the other supporting her hips, raising them to improve Herman’s access.She spread her legs so that I.