Once in the bedroom, you stand back from her to just look, “Doesn’t she have amazing breasts?” you ask me “Yep… Pretty damn good,” is all...I can say. I’m so out of my depth here it’s not funny. I’m just going with the flow. “As good as mine?” you ask me “I’d need to see yours uncovered like hers, if you want me to compare.” You undo your dress, and let it fall to the ground, stepping out of it. You’re in gorgeous purple satin underwear, a lovely bra with lace trim and matching French knickers.. ’ James had lost his voice as he stared. How had she …? Elspeth laughed in a merry way. ‘It’s nothing quite so unusual, Sean called to let me know that you would be coming.’ Her voice then went low, husky and sensual. ‘However, in the manner of full disclosure, I am a witch.’ James didn’t laugh and she cocked her head in a cute little way. ‘You aren’t surprised?’ He shook his head and explained his upbringing. ‘Wonderful, it’s nice to meet someone with a mind open to spirituality,’ Elspeth. She tried to get free but she was completely pinned, the meat filling in a brotherly sandwich. Her bottom was stretching, hurting as it tried to accommodate the new intruder. It felt like a baseball bat was being shoved in - no, it was different to that; after all, her bum was already stuffed full! The hurt was an aching, sore hurt, not entirely horrible, more like (she thought awkwardly and guiltily) that kind of satisfying, stretching ache when you were pushing on the toilet . . . That felt. However as your hands move upward you linger at the tops of your thighs, you part your legs slightly to allow access to your pussy, soaping up your outer lips you find yourself lingering for just a little too long, in your mind, to cleanse your moistening outer lips, and you command yourself to snap out of it. “What IS going on in my head?” you ask yourself, shaking your head to bring yourself out of your reverie.Moving further under the stream of water you rinse your body of soap, and you.