I love the sensitive feeling, but my knees hurt and I need to get off them. I pull my cock out of her sopping-wet snatch, and flop down on the bed ne...t to her. She looks at me oddly, but before she can say anything, I tell her ‘I’m afraid I’ll hurt you. You get on top for awhile.’ ‘I’m too fat,’ she says. ‘My belly’s too big.’ ‘No it’s not. Climb on up here.’ I urge. ‘Besides, this way you can control the action and fuck me as hard as you want.’ It’s a crock of shit, but she seems to buy it.. Even the younger children were completely silent.Harken onto me, harken onto me. We present to you the evidence of Witchcraft!Witchcraft? Why would witchcraft be a problem? They obviously have no problem with sorcery, slavery, indentured servants or even killing an enemy so why the problem with witchcraft?"Great Mother Ellen, please tell these people what you told us before, starting at the beginning. We will then hear from Great Mother Chris. Also, Great Mothers, please forgive me but I MUST. The thought of it was so taboo, so intense, so erotic, that before Nick had come down from his orgasm, I started one of my own. I swear it was the most powerful one of my life, as I shot spurt after spurt of thick, creamy sperm into Asha’s fertile womb. As my cock spasmed six, seven, eight times, I reflected that the huge load of sperm I was pumping into my friend’s willing wife were going to make her pregnant as well. The ropes of sticky, white cream that I was shooting directly at her cervix. She was wearing thigh high black leather boots, a blackleather corset, and aside from a wicked looking ridingcrop in her right hand, nothing else. Her long flamingred hair was down, and her blue eyes flashedfrighteningly at me from behind her glasses. “Justimagine what your parents will say when I tell themwhat you were just doing.”“Please, don’t tell them!” I begged. I could never facemy folks if they knew that Haagar had deflowered me,and that I had clearly.