My mind kept replaying videos of Agnes and Cleo wrapped together moaning as their tongues brought one orgasm after another.The constant dreams kept me...in an almost continuous state of arousal. Because Agnes and I never wore any clothes to bed, I was awakened several times by my sweet witch riding my hard cock.It was then that I realized that this was going to be the story of the rest of my life. I was going to end up living inside my uncle’s book. Like my Uncle Darcy, I would live without aging. I just didn't know what."All right, what do you want to know?"Seeming perplexed, Gwen replied, "I don't know." She thought a second and then asked, "How about we start with the sexual positions I don't know?" Do you know any other positions than missionary?" I asked.Her answer was short and simple, "No." Well, first there's missionary inverted. That's where the woman is on top."I guess she was confused because Gwen asked, "You mean the woman gets between the man's legs?" No, but I've seen that. “God, you look so hot, Victoria. I love how beautiful you are when you are so wet, so turned on. You are making me so hard, baby. I want you to cum all over my hand. Cum for me baby. Cum for being such a naughty girl. Cum for the spanking you got. Cum in these panties you know turn us on. Cum right here in our school you naughty little schoolgirl.”All of his words inflammatory words -these permissions and commands to cum- danced around in her mind with the other dirty images and feelings she. "She needs to be stretched a bit first, maybe give it a few weeks."I tried to tell them I was hungry, but they would not listen, "better try a splint on her." Dr Richards suggested.Helga stepped forward with a huge razor sharp knife and started cutting the boots, cutting down the raised seam where they had been machine stitched until they fell to the floor with a rubbery plop and when the boots were gone then they made me lie on my front while I did the splits.The blood started to return to my.