Probably all daughters.Pleasure rippled down my cock from my daughter's sucking. She made such wet and obscene sounds, these slurping noises that made...my pussy clench almost as much as the suction she created. My daughter knew how to blow a dick.Well, she had been a wild child. A slut, if I was honest. But now she was my good girl.“Oh, yes, yes, honey,” I moaned, my pussy clenching. “That's so good. Ooh, you know just how to suck my dick. You're going to make mommy cum.”“She better before we. As she looked around her, the little witch began to see an abundance of students, teachers, and staff, all around the lawn. Most looked normal--normal as far as witches go--but some, as she looked further and further into the outcropping, began to look... devious. Some of the magically-inclined ladies had collars, others were on the leash. Some were dressed beautifully, and others were hardly dressed at all! Hazel knew the witch population didn't necessarily have a culture that really fit into. When I came down, I felt my host next to me. He reached down and switched the setting to bounce. I wasn’t expecting it and my yelps and moans were desperate and frantic.I could feel my huge tits bouncing, my nipples hard and that dildo slamming into me from below. It was rough and delightful and it must have looked beautiful. I knew each of my audience was wishing it were them I was bouncing on.It didn’t take long at all for me to come so hard that it felt like I was urinating on that. Anyway it tasted okay so I finishedoff but kept the can, as it was so unusual. I looked at my watch andrealised I was five minutes late for English, so for the second time inten minutes I was sprinting through the corridors.The first change I noticed was fifteen minutes into the English period.I was bored and wanted to see how long was left of class. Still forty-five minutes! Damn it! Then it suddenly hit me. That's not my watch Ithought. It was thin, silver and had a very small face. A girl's.