She's wearing a "Little Red Riding Hood" outfit: mini-cape with hood, short red skirt revealing her smooth, slender legs wrapped snugly in black come-...uck-me boots. She has on a white blouse with cute, poofy shoulders. Her raven-dark hair is shoulder-length and straight, and at 5'4", she looks absolutely fuckable. As Stacy looks through the aisles near the pharmacy doors(which should have been locked by now, but aren't because one of the managers forgot), a bunch of six half-drunk college guys. He shut the drawer and I closed my eyes before he could turn around. I had no idea that my husband enjoyed prostate pleasure, I had never attempted going near his back door and I felt a little guilty that I had never considered that he had cravings that he kept from me.I heard him moving behind me and I felt him lick my pussy again. After a few moments I felt something larger entering my pussy but it didn't feel like a finger or a dick. I realized that he was slowly working a lubed up dildo. The next morning, she took me aside and stared for an uncomfortably longtime deeply into my eyes. Then she asked me to sit with her in our wagon.We were alone as the most of our band were out hawking wares or doing oddjobs for a few coins. Natasha smiled at me and said, "Do you trust me,Child?" "Of course, Grandmother- please never ask that again!" I know you do, but I wanted to be sure you knew as well."With that, she went to her trunk and drew out a long black shawl, similarto the one she. "Only because you say it is. You will find that there are many in this country that disagree with you on that. The Government tried the same thing with Prohibition and Drugs. It didn't work with them, and won't work with Magic," Dad pointed out."That was different. Magic is evil, and the people that practice it are evil!!" another man shouted in anger."No, the misuse of Magic is wrong, but there is nothing inherently wrong or evil with Magic, or those who practice it. You can't blame the crimes.