It was too embarrassing for words.She stared thoughtfully at the spell, saying the strange Old English words to herself in her head. It did not seem v...ry hard, and it was surely a harmless enough spell to begin with. Michael had written "Spell 331: Relief of Constipation. Provides immediate relief, softening stools and causing their rapid, easy expulsion from the bowels." There was plenty more writing in Old English, but Michael had not seen fit to translate it. Perhaps that was because it was. I’d fill his thicc bum up with load after load of my seed. Speaking of cum, I’m about to blow a load down his throat. “Fuck!” A riptide of pleasure crashes through me as my cock explodes down his throat, shooting a thick load of cum straight into his stomach. He coughs and sputters as I pull my dick out, leaving the tip still inside his mouth. I drop another load, filling up his mouth, a little bit of cum drools out between his lips. Like a good little sissy, he swallows it all. And you know. Moving into position himself, he snarled, “Get to it, Babe! Get your lips wrapped round my cock!”Still reeling from her climax, Jeanette managed to reach out a hand and grab the cock, which was so thick her fingers didn’t quite meet. She wanked it a little, then opened her mouth to insert the thick meat, now tasting of her own delicious orgasm. “Oh Babe!” Geoff gasped. “That really needs to go on your cv!”There was no way that needed to go on her cv, Jeanette thought. Was it true that Geoff. Lincoln for her forethought andcharity of our bed clothing; hopefully we will not require such donationafter today. You can take them to be cleaned if you wish," I said with asincere smile.Sarah had walked over to the dresser."I'm...we're so sorry, Alex, Emily! How thoughtless of us for botheringyou before you had the chance to wash the night off!" She apologized asshe noticed the wash towels still folded neatly and the water pitcherfull."We were just getting to that. These last few days, I.