To my utter shame, I could feel the swelling beginning between my legs, the thickening of my labia, and the throb in my clitoris, the fluid trickling ...own on his leg and around my buttocks. I squeezed my eyes tightly when I felt his middle finger slip inside my womanly folds. “My, my, my looks like somebody is enjoying this”, he leaned close to my ear; “You’re enjoying this! Look at how you’re squirming. You’re getting off on this aren’t you, you fucking pussy bitch. You’re. About five minutes passed by as I continued to drink from her wonderful tasting womanly nectar. I could have stayed like that forever.Unfortunately Mom woke up. She apologized for falling on me then she felt me munching on her pussy and lifted her skirt high enough to look under it. Mom asked me what I was doing but I only mumbled into her crotch. Then she realized the position I was in was completely her fault and that my hands were still pressed under the couch.As she tried to move herself. I told you I couldn't cook." My pleas didn't seem to make any difference. He pulled my trousers down and bared my arse. It was still very tender from the thrashing so I kept begging him not to hit me. "Please, no. I couldn't help it." He seemed to ignore them and I struggled when I saw him raise his hand high and prepared myself for another painful session. However, his hand descended slowly and gave my flesh two very gentle pats and then pulled my trousers up again and cuddled me."Let that be. "H-how do you know my n-name?" Jeff stammered. "You are a drama student at the university. I've seen you around. I know all about you," replied the old man. Naturally, Jeff thought that the old man was simply a fan. It didn't occur to him that the old man may be more than he seemed. "Yes. I am, as a matter of fact," said Jeff. "How is it that you know so much about me?" "I know many things. You see I am a wizard." "That's a lot of balogney!" exclaimed Jeff. "I know.