As i slide my cock from the edge of the table,gives a good view of her fleshy pink pussy lips giving way for my manhood my names Surya(23),we have our...own cashew refining centre in goa,dad had passed ten years back because of his drinking habit,now left is my mom me and my sis sheela(29).after dads passing i took care of the business and doing well. Its been few months since i started getting these weird feeling as if i am dad and moms my wife,its true that i am the head of my family right now. The witch didn't seem to think much of me and didn't volunteer any of her wisdom or advice to me, and declined to point me into the direction of any other witch that was powerful enough to relieve the curse.For the next month I consulted every witch or Sylvan gypsy woman I could find, and begged or bribed them with purses of gold to remove my curse. Some took the proffered coins and might perhaps have done their best, but the end result was the same. Nothing. Some of the wise-women insisted. Neither one had been hit, so it was simply a matter of regaining balance before either one could react to the shot. At this point, another shot rang out, obviously aimed at Beau, so he had no choice but to find shelter.Fortunately, Beau was very close to the outhouse, so he jumped behind that so that he could no longer be seen from the saloon. Beau had seen a man standing in the doorway, but he had not been able to do more than glance at him. He did identify the man as one of those sitting with. She stood staring at the ground, her chin quivering. Mark hugged her. “It’s ok. You don’t have to do this. Nobody’s making you.”“I want to. I want the bragging rights.”Mark shook his head. “All right, sit at my desk. Are you on birth control?”“No.”“I have some condoms, but have mom get you on it. Are you a virgin?”“I’ve done it once.”Mark pulled a syringe and kit from a box. Fran blanched. “I don’t like needles.”He filled the syringe, then sat on his bed. “I know, lay across my lap. This way.