"With that she used her legs for leverage, and bucked up and down on my cock.She said "I love to suck you, and I really love to fuck you."I did not an...wer, I just started to pump my cock in and out of her wet hole. She was really wet, and we could hear my cock squishing in and out of her.She smiled at me and said "The sounds of fucking. Music to my ears."She was pumping her ass up to meet me, and I concentrated on fucking her long and hard. Our thrusting quickly matched each other, and we. You are also most fortunate, for it is extremely rare to be so completely restored when such a powerful enchantment is broken." What do you mean restored completely, you idiot." said Lystan angrily. "At the time I was cursed, I was Prince Lystan of Arnwell." Putting her hands on her hips, she adds, "Do I look like a Prince to you? Look at me, I'm a girl now. Whatever makes you think my enchantment's broken?" My magicometer says so, _miss_. It's capable of reading all types of magical. He doesn't resist as I push him back onto his bed. Sliding next to him I pull his cock out through the fly of his jockeys, not an easy feat with his bar of iron, but I managed. I got a good look at it for the first time. I didn't have a ruler with me but it was easily 9 inches and the thing that surprised me was the width. His cock was much wider than it was tall, making it a huge slab. It was as tall as the head of his dick, but the width was almost twice that wide. I could feel my juices. So, having left school, Ann had become Carl's part-time assistant, helping him in the lab by typing up reports, most of which were case histories, in preparation for the final report that the sponsors would most certainly demand to read after two years of financing. It got her out of the house, if nothing else, and there were people to meet at the lab. But God, all Carl did was work; there was none of the typical chase-the-secretary-around-the-desk games that you see in magazine cartoons. Not.