‘What… what goes on here?’ I asked, none too sure of myself. Where have we come to be? What is this madness I am continually subjected to in you... presence?!’ ‘Great spells require great amounts of magic, my boy,’ he said in a now ancient, half whispered voice as he turned to me. He seemed to have aged thirty years in that moment! ‘As I said before, the magic is what keeps the life, and I have drained this area almost completely of it’s life to power the spell I have brought forth. But there is. She grinned at me..."Hey Callie, I'm Jess". I offer her a shot and she gladly takes it."Wana go outside and get away from the hecticness, so we can hear ourselves talk" She jokingly says, grabbing my arm and leading me outside. "sure, but it seems your already taking me there" I say sarcastically.It had become humid, the later it got. So I was glad I had chosen the right outfit. I couldnt take my eyes off Jess, I kept staring at her breasts, 34C. She put my 34B's to shame. They were perky and. The way he was so caring made the moment very romantic. When he was getting ready to cum, he took his cock out of my mouth and pulled me closer to him. Tyrone told me he was going to shoot his load in my mouth and I should be prepared to swallow it down. After about 45 minutes of sucking, my face and chest were covered with saliva and my jaw ached but I went down on him again. In minutes his sticky, salty seed was filling my mouth. I swallowed and ate it down to please Tyrone. I finally. “Who... who is that?” I stammered out as I raised myself slightly and moved over so I was alongside her.“Oh, her,” she laughed. “That’s my bunica. That’s the Romanian word for grandmother. She watches out over me.”“You’re ... .... Romanian?” I asked, looking back and forth from the hag in the picture frame to the luscious body on the bed next to me.“Yes,” she said as she sat up on the bed. “My full name is Marti Fermecatoare. I shortened it because most Americans can’t pronounce it and no one.