"Why do you think she's so horny?" he asked, grinning. "I visited her one weekend but her mom made us sleep on different floors of the house. She want...d to come to my house but I told her I had to work," he said, relaxing his shoulders, defiantly."Did you really have to work?"The shrug returned to his shoulders as he grinned at me. "I worked for my dad at the station. He let me set my own hours so my schedule was flexible." That sounds deceptive to me, Charlie," I said, putting him on the. He fondles my pussy until it opens, and then he sti-mulates my clit with his glossy pink glans. My juices start to flow against my will, but the little devil just smiles at me and goes on with his extremely arousing business. The old witch comes slowly closer, a little golden cup in her thrembling fingers. My thighs start to shake under the tremor of the approachingf orgasm and my knees are getting weak. I feel the con-stant flow of my seccrets seeping exessively from my horny cunt - which. Just then a swirling mist began to form in the centre of the living room and as it rose it began to take the shape of several figures. Melody managed to count at least ten.The figures finally stopped swirling and stood before the four women; now their figures were formed although not solid in shape the women could see that they were all naked but sporting larger than average cocks. The women huddled together for safety; suddenly the shadowy figures surrounded them.As if as one; suddenly the. Such were the thoughts on Imogen's mind as she made her way to Snape's office. She extended her hand to knock, but she heard Snape's invitation to come in before she'd rapped to indicate her presence. Perhaps Snape's frequent invasions of her mind was making it possible for him to detect her when nearby but not visible.She stepped into the office, waiting as always until she was invited to sit. Snape was busy at a potions table, working on a complicated concoction of his own, and said he would.