She donned her pointed hat, and stared at herself in a cracked mirror."Damn you, Glinda!" she muttered. "I'll find a way, yet!"There was a tap at the ...oor. The Witch stomped over to the door and pulled it open. The soldier at the door stepped back. "The Monkey King has returned," he reported, crisply."And the Girl?" He has her."The Witch nodded. The soldier stepped aside, and the Witch stomped past him. He listened for, and heard, a muffled buzzing coming from her. Stifling a smile, he followed. "Okay! You're hurting me!" I said."Are you sorry you called me a tart?", she asked. I giggled. "I'm sorry." She released me, hugged me to her and slapped my butt several times, stinging slaps, but her delicious breasts against my face made it all worthwhile. We laughed and giggled, hugging each other under the shower. I loved it - her aggression and playfulness were making think thoughts I had only just recently began to think about boys - but never another girl, and especially not my cousin. ..Whoretaster"Rob read yet another email to his private email addy, where his name was known as 'fuckmaster'. They all wanted Lesley. She was becoming a wanted commodity. The Merry Widow and him had put on, what he thought, was a great show for his watching viewers. Of course, she was oblivious to the fact that she was being streamed, live, to hundreds and hundreds of contributing patrons, who paid to watch her behave like a pension age pornstar. This email was only one of many. They all wanted. ” “How about this?” Kassie joined Karen for a deep kiss, their mouths open, letting me see the cum swapping between their mouths. Every so often a drop would slide opt from between their lips and run down a chin, only to be slurped back up. Karen let one drop run down to her tits, then thrust her nipples at my sister, who all to happily began to devour Karen’s smaller breasts. Needless to say, my cock didn’t even begin to soften, a fact which did not elude the girls. Karen pushed me back.