Let get you a belt Timmy, we dont want your shorts dropping before they are supposed to. He winked at Tim. Tim didnt know how to take that last remar..., but let it go as he took the think black leather belt and ran it through the loops. He had never worn formal slacks and had to fiddle with the clasp on the pants as well as the fancy belt buckle. The shorts felt very light on him, and he could swear his legs felt cold all of a sudden. Hmm, I dont have any proper socks for that outfit, so we. I heard her giggle when she ran her hands over my butt.I kept my thoughts to myself as I washed her. She was about 5'4" or so, pale-skinned and freckled all over. Her skin was smooth and firm — lightly muscled, befitting her sex and size — and her round little bottom was the cutest thing I'd seen in years. Her perky breasts were smaller than mine, little mounds of perfection with pretty pink nipples. I wanted to hug her.As we dried off, glancing at each other, she asked, "Can I sleep with you. I slowly bent and kissed her breasts, then she got hold of my head and began rubbing my lips on her breasts. Getting the hint that she was loving it,I began to suck her breasts in which she moaned, making my pussy wet. Now she began to fondle with my breasts and began to rub it with her soft hands, she stopped me all of a sudden and pulled me towards her and began kissing me vigorously and with passion. She pulled out my clothes. We were now standing naked in front of each other, and admiring. Michelle walked up to Jane and put her chin on the other witch's shoulder."Aren't you taking all this a little too far?" she whispered."What do you mean?" Jane whispered back, all innocent."Turning him into a rat, for fuck's sake! That's the sort of thing that could scar him for life!" What, you mean like rape could? Listen, Michelle, I'm giving him no more than he deserves, and if you don't want to join in, then don't. Go back upstairs, listen to music, read a book, turn the washing-up into a.