”No we don’t.“Sure we do,” the witch says sounding cheery. “The castle is a ways off and so we have time.”I rather not talk about it.“Wh... not?”Really?“Well ... yeah...”Not going to happen.“Why...”If you ask why not one more time I swear I’m going to tear up all your spell books and hats when I’m back to normal.“Okay, okay,” she says, gesturing with her hands for calmness. “Don’t get you panties in a twist.”I don’t wear panties.“Neither do I,” the girl agrees.I know.They travel in silence,. Then he wanted me in the chair. My ass in the chair, both legs on the bed, and him between my legs. Very hot I must say. We touched and talked dirty and played with my pussy and he touched me everywhere. He sat down on the bed and began to stroke his cock. I took my fingers and began rubbing my clit with him having the best seat in the house to see all the action. I fingered my clit and I ran a finger up inside of me while he kept stroking his cock. He had to touch too. He put his hand between. It’s been a long time – years – since a man made love to me so completely.” About a half- hour later we made love again and for the next five years, once or twice a month we’d meet for a meal and a lovemaking session.Early in our arrangement, although I rarely ever saw Jason in my travels, I wanted to spite the bastard, like maybe bump into him and just stare him down and let him know that I was pleased with myself for fucking his wife. I loathed the man and he reminded me of men I’d seen in. As I turned my head towards the sound, the reason for my ill-advised presence here emerged before me.“Mr. Smith?” I asked, stupidly. My companion’s body language clearly stated, “Who else, asshole? Get a grip.”“Have you got it?” I asked, equally dense.“Have you?” he replied. At least, the voice was clearly that of an educated man, not an opportunistic vagrant. A slight, maybe even scrawny figure, this man of mystery wore an oversized hooded sweatshirt, hood pulled tight around his face. I would.