I could feel the slick precum seep from his tip, the gel coating my lips and cheeks. He moaned a bit and released his grasp, leaving my hand at the ba...e of his spear. Matt grasped the sides of my head in his hands then whispered, “Suck me Amy.” I opened my mouth to take him in and in a much more determined motion he simply pushed himself into my mouth. That panicy feeling that I’d experienced the first time I’d given Matt head returned and without thinking I placed my hands against the front. The stories I plan to write are by no means finished, but there's no way I could possibly write every story that could possibly be written within the world of the Witch Chronicles. Towards the idea of showing the new world, I am opening the world to other writers.There are only a few rules for writing a story in the world of the Witch Chronicles. First, I ask that you leave the characters I have presented within these stories out of any story you might write. I know I included more than a few. “Want me to put some aloe vera on it?”When I looked at her, she grinned at me. “It helped my sunburn.”I turned the shower on. “Thanks, but no need.”“You sure? You might like it. I might, too.”I laughed, dropped the swim suit into the sink and stepped into the shower. The water was cool everywhere except my ass. There, it felt hot. I guess my ass was sunburned after all. I was too manly to admit it to Rory, though.She was gone when I finished. I picked the softest boxers I owned, soft sweatpants. "Mark said quietly, "I've not noticed anyone keeping tabs on us." Oh, no, you won't, but they have seen you, and believe me, they thoroughly checked you out before you were allowed to be alone with her. They are just acting as an absentee father," Jennifer continued."Um, Sandy, did you know about this?" Yes, Mark, I do. I'm not allowed to tell anyone though. I guess I'm sort of a mascot of his unit. They are all very nice men." I'm sure they are just swell guys -- who would thoroughly enjoy.