Can I open it?" Rita Whittler asked as the seven year old held up the package."No, you may not. Now put it down. First it's breakfast, and then we'll ...pen the gifts after our chores are done. That goes for you, too, Norma," Hanna Whittler said to her twin children. She was twenty-seven years old and a single mom. Her husband had left her three years before for his secretary. As far as she knew, they were dead, but it was not known, because when the states started clamping down on interstate. His attention made me feel more aroused, but now it was time to do more shopping. I walked to ne lower floor and entered an erotic store there. I went to the dildos section and finally found what I was looking for: a nice shaped tiny toy for anal sex. Now it was time to go home and get ready for my loving Victor that night, using my brand new lingerie and the anal toy…The morning was nice and I decided to walk home instead of taking a bus. It was only ten blocks distance.After walking few. In the end, licking from her knees to her pussy. She was shivering and wanting it more. As I was only teasing her that too wildly, she herself out of frustration started finger fucking herself. She was moaning and was pulling me up to have my dick in her. But I didn’t go up that easily.I pulled her top and tore her bra. I tied her hands with her bra and started licking her armpits. She was now in an agony and wanted me in her completely. I then started finger fucking her by directly putting in. “How on earth does he balance on a broom?” she asked aloud, before inspiration hit her “Wait, if the curse is tied into the erection, could getting rid of it work?” She blushed a bright Weasley red at the thought and chastised herself mentally for even considering it, but still it did make some sense to her. “On the other hand,” she said to herself “If it was that easy, wouldn’t someone have tried it?” ‘Unless propriety and modesty are all that got in the way?’ she thought “Am I really.