I watched as she pressed her lips fully to Nicole’s pussy. Her mouth moved up and down and I caught glimpses of her little pink tongue darting in an... out. Nicole took a thick length of the girl’s hair and curled it around her fist. Her hips gyrated in a circular see saw fashion, grinding herself against the human’s mouth. I let my fingers enjoy the succulent tender inside of Nicole’s thigh lying across my knee, watching the human girl do her best. I could sense Nicole’s frustration. The girl. ”“She liked it, she liked it a lot," My wench added.“I like it,” Amelia admitted, “I love the feel of a solid member pressing and pulsating and the pleasure it affords the gentleman.” She lay back and spread her legs wide before opening the lips to her womb to afford me a view right into her innards, “And I know just how desperate you are to stick your member deep inside me, but, John,” she said. “You may not, I forbid it!” and she laughed.My wench gently stroked my member. He was already. She's my best friend. Or she was, he thought painfully.Then they lay on his bed, just relaxing, watching the game. He'd thought about her, next to him, how much he loved her, and how scared he was that he would lose her."Marry me," he'd said suddenly.She looked at him. "What?" Marry me," he repeated.She'd held her left hand out, moving her ring finger, his ring always there. "What's this?" she'd asked him gently.He'd rolled over, looking deep into her eyes. "No, I mean, now. Before college.". ‘Farewell Miss Lucy. Farewell Miss Elizabeth.’ The two witches watched as the familiar began to disintegrate. It wasn’t a horrible sight, much like a sand castle being washed away by the surf. A cloud of dust billowed up into a column, making it impossible to see whether or not the familiar still stood. Lucy and Elizabeth coughed and tried to not inhale the particles. When the dust cleared the witches opened their eyes. All that remained of the familiar was a small pile of dust. Lucy walked.