I cried for help, but the cock prevented any words from being heard. I tried to catch my breath when he pulled me by my ponytail all the way back up ...o the head, when he started pushing and pulling my head at a steady speed, all the way down his cock to his balls and all the way back up to his head. I was crying by now, and he obviously wasn't done. He sped it up, and his cock was a complete blur by now and I was choking."FUCK! That's right you little slut, take it all in!"I couldn't do. What kid sells lemonade anymore? It was the girl watching the kids running it. Although I couldn't really call her a girl. She could have been 16, but her curves clearly had woman written all over them. Curves that her pretty white top and cut jean daisy dukes didn't make any effort to hide. She was bending over to pick a toppled pile of paper napkins from the lawn, and from where I was walking on the other side of the street, I had a good view of her smooth, tanned thighs. I had a sudden. Thighs interlocked, pubic mounds ground against hard muscle, breast pressed into breast. This lasted about a minute, leaving both women breathless.“Hello, Susan. God I’ve missed you,” Debbie whispered.“You mean getting fucked a dozen times a day by a young stud like Jim didn’t make you forget all about me,” Susan teased.“Oh stop,” Debbie laughed, playfully punching Susan on the shoulder. “It wasn’t a dozen times a day. Well, maybe the first day,” she giggled. “The first few days we pretty much. ”“So, since this has to be related in some way to magic, what could have triggered it?” Mike wondered. Hesitating as he remembered the events of the previous evening, he asked, “I mean ... it wouldn’t have anything to do with us becoming engaged yesterday ... would it?”“I suppose anything is possible, but I doubt it,” Melody replied. “I wonder ... do you think the locket might have something to do with it?”“I thought you said that it no longer possessed any magical qualities?”“I did, and it.