Does this mean I get to eat all the cake I want?" You can have your cake and eat me out too." Oh thats just the last thing on my mind. I have the hots...for my sister,not my mom." Shes not that much worse is she." His mother wiped her cheek free ofcake before standing up, flashing her son and returning upstairs.There Carl sat...quietly contemplating what was happening. Absoluteuncertainty racked his mind.Then again, chocolate cake with cherry filling. "Fuck it."As he began enjoying the ruined. " It's fine, don't worry! Look, I'm a witch, Grandpa - yes, Grandpa(!) gave me this spellbook, disguised as cooking book, when I was 18 years old, and thaught me a few things while I was pregnant with you. I know, you might be shocked at the fact that magic is real and stuff, but it's alright!", she explained, as she made him able to stand up again. Alan was indeed shocked, but processes it quickly - his mother is a witch, magic is real."I... see. So... that's why you were so "lucky"... always. It seems that a couple of the wives found out that I was fucking their husbands, and I was forced to resign to avoid a scandal. The pattern of experiencing those strong sexual attractions was repeated at the new firm, and I was soon regularly fucking four of the big-cocked attorneys there.I was thirty-three years old by then and had saved enough money to buy a small townhome for us in a nice residential complex. The downstairs has a kitchen, family room, laundry room, and bathroom. The upstairs. ’ ‘Thank you,’ said Lea and pulled apart. Her blue eyes sparkled and she looked at the couch and said apologetically, ‘You should have never slept on the couch with me on top of you. I bet your back might be hurting like hell.’ ‘What back and what hurt? I am fit as a fiddle,’ said Ken with a huge grin and continued, ‘I gotta go, Lea. As you said assignment is pending.’ He brushed his knuckles across her cheek and dropped a kiss on her forehead. ‘Take care,’ said Ken and walked towards the door..