There shesat me down on her lap and made me extend my nails as she selected asuitable emery strip from a packet by the nail varnishes."Now this is how...we do them see," she explained softly as she took eachfinger individually then buffed them gently as she worked out all thesnags and hangnails."For a little boy, your nails aren't bad darling," she observed. "I wasexpecting this to be a long job but it's not bad. The aim is to get eachnail into a nice regular oval shape and look; apart from. I have to admit, I thought it would feel just like being in a woman’s mouth, but it didn’t. Sure there were obvious similarities, both were warm, wet, and moved up and down my shaft, but it still felt different, softer maybe. It didn’t necessarily feel better or worse, just different. Lyla began a great rhythm, bouncing up and down on my cock. She had a hand on either side of my head, she was bracing against the back of the couch. I just stared at my dick, watching it disappear and reappear. Her voice echoed in the fog all around me and bound me tight in absolute fear and terror for my very soul."May yee loathe that which yee'd loved!" The witch uttered, in a voice that froze me with dread, penetrating me right to my very core.With that utterance, her final witch's curse, she was gone and the mists slowly faded their hold upon me and could now at last behold again the sight of my home doorway, which I lost no speed in racing towards, unlocking and then slamming and bolting the. ” He looked over at me again. “And it isn’t that you creamed your shorts while my wife rubbed her tits all over you.”He didn’t actually sound angry, though his words could have been interpreted that way. He sounded more curious, and worried.“Give me a chance to think,” I said. “I thought you were going to kill me.”“It’s complicated,” he said, staring straight ahead, through the windshield. “You’re young. I don’t know if you can understand it. But like I said, that’s for later. It’s not a.