' I looked around and saw that no one else was there in the parking lot but us. I said to him 'sure if you are up to entertain me the way I want you ...o?' He smiled and introduced himself 'I'm Nelson, my friends call me "Nellie." I opened the door and we h got into the car and drove off, as I headed towards the motel Nelson looked at me and said 'I don't have any money, I thought that we could get together and freak each other.' I countered 'well I don't have any money either, but my dick is. He loved sucking them – the nipples, the breasts, the areolae.Her waist wasn’t as narrow as it must have been when she was a teenager, or in her 20s, and her buttocks, while almost on the large size, were eminently worshippable. Her legs were long, strong and bronzed.Her pussy was slightly thatched in trimmed back, brownish pubic hair, with just glimpses of labia through the growth, which she cut each day.He had been waiting for her for around 20 minutes, he saw, judging from the clock ticking. It was very romantic. We were feeling each other’s tongue. We broke the kiss and she hugged me tightly. She was having tears in her eyes.“What happened, baby? Why are you crying?” I asked.“These all moments will soon end and I’ll be gone soon. But I really appreciate whatever you did.’ she said.I hugged her and said “Just think of this moment not anything now. I did because you are special to me.”I carried her in my arms and took her to bed. I kissed her on laid on her. She was supporting me. I. I do like to have fun, you know! But for you, I think I should get straight to the point. I'm Mrs. Canfield, and I'm a witch." A light clicked on in Troy's head. Of course! Mrs. Canfield! This town! It was all described in Heather's recent Halloween story on Fictionmania! No wonder things here seemed familiar. "I hope you understand, though, dear, that I'm a good witch, and I only use my powers to help people. I can do that," she said, reaching to clasp his hand in hers, and staring directly.