Please.' 'Spell? What spell?' 'On the eve of my wedding, All Hallows Eve, my evil stepmother - who was secretly a witch - turned me into a pumpkin. Sh... hated me, was insanely jealous of my impending happiness. You see, I was to be betrothed to a very handsome prince and we would, in time, rule the neighbouring kingdom.’ That sounded a bit extreme, but I’ve heard of stuff like that before: family jealousy. ‘I’ve been trapped in here for a thousand years. I die as each pumpkin is consumed or. Remember you cant tell anyone. He moans into her ear. Anyone I tell can wear me like a toy daddy, thats it fuck me, please oh god youre hurting me, mark flips me over onto my knees and forces the top of my body to lay on the couch shoulder, swapping again I explain in detail as I ease my finger into her pink rose bud making her squeal urging me on to explore her every crevice, I ease my finger out and splash a squirt of marks special lube onto Amelias hole then seamlessly switch as he rams that. Once I got my drink I took the bar in. It was more of a club then a bar, the type that late at night would be filled with drunken idiots dancing and grinding on the dance floor. The place was only a third full but surprisingly there were more than a few good looking women. A group of women caught my eye and I kept stealing glances while I sipped my beer. Now I'm not a bad looking guy but no where near confident enough to go up to and start a conversation with a group of good looking women.There. It was then that I turned around only to see several mothers withtheir little c***dren, knowing that they had heard every word. Theyall kind of smiled at me after hearing all the receptionist hadsaid. I meekly sat down in one of the chairs and waited for my nameto be called. There were toys of all types lying around the waiting room andbeing played with by the c***dren. One of the mothers looked at herlittle girl and said in a mocking tone, "Now don't hog all the toysJane, maybe MR. MEYER.