Anna varied her pressure, and as she did Becca would rock forward and back. Becca was by now so wet that Anna could increase the pressure bit by bit. ...ecca’s breathing shortened and her moans grow louder. “Do you want me to stop, Becca?” Anna asked. “O god no,” Becca replied. “You want me to continue?” Anna replied. “Yes,” Becca said. “Yes, what?” Anna inquired sternly. “Yes, please continue,” Becca responded. Anna removed her fingers from Becca’s pussy. “Continue touching my pussy, please!”. More than I’d ever afford, I was certain.SoCal has had a MAJOR problem with crazy property prices for decades; it’s always been one of the main issues with getting good people to move to LA to work at our hospital, where they were going to live, and how they would afford it. I’d even read one study where it said that people pulling in a quarter of a million a year were now struggling to get mortgages. While I took that statement with a little pinch of salt, I did know that if you wanted a nice. Horror beyond your capabilities to mindfully be able to handle. Witchy Woman is a professional occultist and can do shit to you without your knowledge of it one damn bit, your drug right into it. She has summoned demons to merely spiritually appear out of nowhere. Scare the dadblame dickens out of you or for you that don’t like redneck written stories it would be:: Scare the wholly absolute shit out of you. In fact one of my stories was about this very thing!! Witchy Woman had myself and. “Don’t hold back, cum in me,” she purred and quickened her efforts.I tried to hold back, I wanted to give her a chance to cum, but …I pumped.A year’s worth of frustrated cum shot up my shaft and into her.Her smile said it all."Lovely! And thank you, kind sir!" She circled her arm in an old time salute.I thought I’d been shit, but she was so pleased. It did not compute. I looked puzzled.“I can take Ken his favourite type of pie,” she said by way explanation, touched the end of my nose with her.