“Well, I’m glad for you and Dumbdumb,” Marie said. Then she had an idea. “I have an idea, why not you use your powers and pop you an... What’s His Name down to Washington?” “Now, Mother, you know how Douglas feels about me using witchcraft,” Samantha said. “Besides we are going to do the ornary mortal way. We are going to drive down there and back. Now Mother, promise me that you won’t do anything to ruin this trip for Douglas and I.” “Witcheshonor,” Marie said placing her index and. "Here are the keys, darling. Take us to the ball."Sabah was glad she had kept and lovingly preserved the old Lincoln. The wide bench seats were perfect for scroonching close and laying her head in Rod's lap like a happy cat. As he drove the beautiful old car along the twisting mountain road toward the little county seat, she resisted the urge to open his fly and suck the erection she felt in his pants. She was saving that for later. His gentle stroking of her hair and neck had almost put her to. Production of multiple copies of this story on paper, disk, or other fixed format is expressly forbidden. = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = * * * * * * * * * * * * Joan-e MCallister was a rather regular woman... except for the weird spelling of her name and her once-a-month fetish show at The Club, a local BDSM establishment. The weird spelling was because her name had been recorded wrong at birth. Her first name was supposed to be Joan followed by just an E for a middle name (an idea of. Never giving an inch of letting up his clit abuse. I grabbed my breast and worked my nipples just the way I love. Because I was so ready with Peter it did not take very long for Bart to take me to that place that I love so much. I reached up, grabbed a tablemat, and shoved it in my mouth. I knew that if I didn't my scream would wake up my husband and we would be caught. I let loose as Bart slammed in and out. We came at the same time.I felt his cock throbbing and flexing in my ass, I squeezed.