She was too much for me and could make me...I stopped myself. Why did I feel like this?"You are completely under my spell, foolish one; you listened t... me and gave me time to weave my spell." The woman, witch rather, said and I could tell this was true.But from somewhere I could feel a revolt was taking place against my feelings, a small voice was telling me not to listen to her as that would only help her spell. I could feel the spell was doing something ... something ... but what?I opened my. She tugged for a few moments. Sam closed his eyes and moaned lightly, prompting his Aunt. She snaked her finger to Sam's rear end and pushed her way to the hole easily. "You like that." Reba offered.Before Sam could respond Reba had her pointer finger in his anus, it was not a painful experience. Sams pre-cum began to lubricate the dry rub.Sam began to cum on the floor in front of him. "Good girl." Reba teased him. Sam took a quick breath and let out a slow moan as the few gobs of semen made. And I wouldn’t have either. I guess it was sort an ‘honor among thieves’ sort of thing, although we weren’t thieves in any sense of the word. We were simply ‘wholesalers of illicit commodities’. Granted, it doesn’t look that hot on a resume, but it sounds much better than ‘dope pusher’. It’s a matter of perspective. Marijuana wholesaling wasn’t an easy occupation. Sure, it had its perks, such as more or less working your own hours, and of course, there was a tendency to always have some reefer. The smooth skin of his nut sack is pulled tight by his sperm filled balls, each one perfectly defined in outline as they nestle beneath his thick shaft like a hairless peach. Carefully, one after the other, I scoop them into my mouth. He gasps above me as I delicately suck on his flesh. His man-mammaries feel cool and tantalisingly heavy as they rest upon my warm wet tongue and I fantasize about their juices and the hot cream to follow. I withdraw letting my breath fall over his ball-sack, the.