. pretty... p... pretty... and..." The boy began sobbing harder."Timmy, you're sweet. Did you like the smell on my panties?"Timmy didn't speak, just n...dded his head."Do you like to smell girl's panties? Have you ever smelled your mother's panties?" I was so excited that my hand was unconsciously jerking Timmy's prick in short, quick movements."Y... yes." Did you wonder how I would look in them while you were smelling them?" Timmy nodded."Would you like to see me in them, now?" Yes... yes...". “Can it be in the kitchen storage?”A panic attack slowly enfolded the girl. She had just a few minutes to think about the situation.She walked into the kitchen storage with quick steps. Outside it was almost dark, and she could barely see her surroundings.“I didn’t think about a candle, did I?”It was kind of joke to look for a dark covered book in a room with no light. The girl tried do not lose hope and kept searching for the hapless prayer book.“Dear God, why now? I don’t think I ever failed. "Fran smiled like at me like I was a dull child that finally got the right answer, and said, "I bet she didn't teach you all of her secrets, but I bet you'll like the ones we'll teach you soon, just as much."Her smile said so much more than her mouth, and I felt the wetness again. Was that what girls had to put up with all the time? At least as a guy, I got hard, got laid, or got over it, and that was that. As a girl, the whole wet panty thing could get to be a real drag. I was going to have to. “Because they were some of your best customers,” I said, and they all turned toward me in surprise. Several guns instantly came out, but I had already cast the spell to prevent them from working.“Who the hell are you, and how did you get into my house?” Ricardo demanded in an unhappy voice.“Marius’s cook called me the Devil, but the Devil would have more mercy on you than I will,” I told him, before adding, “You are going to need to find more customers, but then you aren’t going to be in.