Days became weeks and then months. Dad kept a calendar and had surprised me on my sixteenth birthday, but none of us had been in the mood to celebrate... Maybe if Mom had been normal it would have been different.Dad spent time alone or with Mom. Maria was my only company and we became friends. I was grateful for her being there. She had taken the job to earn money for college. Now it looked like she would never go. Me neither. I wouldn't even graduate from high school. Whenever one of us would. Her hand is on my stomach. It moves down. Over my panties. Her first two fingers start to rub me through the panties. Waves of pleasure.“Cum for me Suzy.”She moves faster. And I’m whimpering. Chest heaving. Having trouble staying conscious. She slows down and stops. I shake my head.“If you want to cum, you have to work for it. Move over my hand.”I move my hips back and forth. Her hand perfectly placed. I move more quickly. Rubbing and pressing against her hand. My eyes never leaving. Her hands fly right to the Pufynsnup’s pants where in even less time the little gnome seems to get hard. Everything seems to flow like a blur. Before Pufynsnup or even Hazel can get a word in, the witch is unbuttoning his pants and pulling them down to his ankles, and grasping his rigid member with one hand around the base. Then she lowers her head until her tongue touches the end of it.Starting with just her tongue, the witch licks him from the tip of his shaft, down the backside until she. He pulls off the garment lifting it just under his nose then takes a big whiff. His nose wrinkles in disgust. He looks at me then tilts his head back. Warm foamy spit sprays onto my face. I gag from the chewing tobacco that runs slowly down my forehead. Bastard. An unwanted and terrible flashback pounces and I suddenly think of my father who spat the same brand onto my face and spanked me with beer bottles. My eyes are closed as I try to guard them from the brown goo that begins to slide over.