”I just nodded down at him. “Okay, I’ll go talk to Mommy. I’m sure we did something.” He headed back to the living room, and I followed him....I dropped my briefcase in the living room, and then went down the hall to our bedroom.As Charlie reported, Marilyn was sitting on the bed in her fluffy bathrobe, crying and looking very sad. I loosened my tie and sat down on the bed next to her. “What’s wrong?” I asked. I put an arm around her shoulder and hugged her against me. Marilyn started crying. You should know better than trying on strangewomen's clothes." The giggles now came freely."Binding spell?" Ya, binding spell, girlfriend. The same thing I use to use to keep mynosy sister out of my personal book of shadows. I love her to death,but REALLY, she can't restrain her curiosity. Much like someone else Iknow.," she chuckled. "It keeps things closed or, as in your case,keeps them on." You cursed the clothes??? What the f--" Tara! Such language! Not one clasp of that bra or. I could feel that my panties were now wet with my juices and my swollen erect clit was rubbing my panties with my movements, arousing me even further.The whole episode felt a bit surreal, one minute I was oiling up this young stud and next, I was in complete control of him with his swollen manhood tightly in my grip.After about five minutes he started to groan. I heard him grunt and his cock twitched. I teased him by pulling away and just tickled his shaved balls very gently. I knew he wanted. The loud stomps of her Fuck Me Pumps echoed through theshop, the little tinkling of the doorbell heralding her departure.In the distance, you could hear her calling out, "OMG, I NEED TO BEMAKING MEN CUM!"Pansy was out of control. Strutting down the street, limp-wrists aflutter, eyes streaming with tears, her brain wracked itself trying tothink of a place where she could rid herself of the disgusting hair thatpolluted her body.She was so busy trying to fix this problem which was causing her.