She was a somewhat petite Woman, but only in height. Magnolia, or Maggy for short, made all the heads turn. Her breasts were so large it was a wonder ...ow she stayed upright, and they were so perky too, especially considering how little support her outfit gave them.That was the thing about Witches who specialised in love and romance, they didn’t seem to have the same sense of decency as a normal person. They talked about sex and pleasure frankly, with no shame, and they were proud of their own. ”“That’s not funny.”“Also,” Tim’s eyes started to tear. “As I’m talking to you I'm taking it in the ass from my wife.”“You’re sick. Don’t bother to ever come back to work.” Click.Amy then started to quicken her pace, she was nearing an orgasm hearing that call. “Seeing you cry is making me hot. That is why we’re doing this role change, because you’re such a pussy. You’re such a sissy. I want to hear you cry.”Tim actually started to sob out load with her command, and started to feel that his. His wet, bald, pubic mound smelled of man-sex, leather and sperm. Ahhh yess! I inhaled him deeply and he slammed his big, half erect, meat slab into my gullet. I gagged and sputtered each time he stabbed it down my willing throat. I grew more erect and even more excited as I sucked his meaty, leaking, daddy dick. "Gawwk Graaaawwwwk Cawrgg! Graaaaawwwwk!!!" The sound of me being forcibly face fucked filled the cabin. He grabbed my throat and cupped my chin. "You see that giant, black. “I wish I had bigger tits, but I like my small ones.”She was, indeed, small. Standing at only 5’2” and weighing only 105 pounds, and, though 28, she was often mistaken for the older sister of her girls. Heck, she could almost wear Becky’s clothes! She brought her hands under her breasts and cupped them. The nipples on the crown of her breasts were getting hard from her touch. Her tiny pink areoles were dime sized, but her nipples raised outwards screaming to be caressed and pinched and.