‘So broomsticks? Turning into cats? It’s all real?’ She asked still lying on her stomach. Her shoulders cloaked in sheets and a thick hoody. ‘...hy yes child, and every night we gather all the children in the villages and toss the lot into a big pot of stew that we stir over an open fire!’ Fran swung a dish rag in Amira’s direction as she busted a stitch in her side laughing. It was this kind of humor that made Amira feel safe and a little on edge, as she found herself constantly hoping to hear. That's it, old boy... just keep growing like that right in front of her eyes... harder and harder... thicker and thicker!Suddenly, his rigid penile spear sprang from its hiding place between her trembling breasts, shooting out like a quivering arrow from his loins. Still gripping it tightly in his right hand, he pulled back the sheath of flesh that covered the blood-engorged cock head until it poked free with a moist plopping sound. Squeezing the hard shaft of his urgently pulsing cock tightly,. The credit card was not a credit card. It was the key to a hotel room. I suddenly felt sick and ran once more to the bathroom. My heart was hammering wildly in my chest. My hands shook uncontrollably and my mind had a full force storm of emotion, of excitement, of fear, raging through it. "This shit became real" I whispered to myself, forcing a wry smile.I thought of backing out. I still wanted this, my gushing vagina was proof of that alone. I wanted it so bad but I thought this was the time. Chris and I were very careful to check all of his figures and the distances that he entered on the contracts as well as what he was charging us per day. Of course, we had to give him our home addresses for the contracts and so the computer could calculate the mileage. The young clerk had called to be sure that our vehicles were being prepared and brought around to the front of the office once the contracts were signed, and I had paid him the money. We made sure that the mileages on all three.
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