I had never had so much tenderness from a man. With a good grip on my hips, he circled them slowly, so my pussy rubbed against the tip of his dick, ge...ting all gooey with his precum. I took deep breaths to prepare but I had never taken anything that big inside me. Would it fit? He didn't seem to have any doubts.Thank God he wasn't in a hurry. Slowly, he lowered me, letting take in half an inch at a time, lifting me a few inches before taking more. At first it hurt like hell but gradually I. ..master...please…God...uuunnnnn...shhhhiit...,” was all he could say. I was moved.I slowly pulled out and once more, a jet of shitty liquid splashed all over my cock and balls, brown droplets flying all over the place. My boy was short of breath, he arched his back and with a loud moan he shot another brown river off his insides. I was very satisfied with his performance, I could not wish for a better guy to play with. I knew he reached the breaking point and would become my permanent. The lascivious grin she gave me at the word 'merry' left no doubt as to her libidinous intentions.Both our daughters, as it happened, for their part were being entertained together with the three other teenagers, by some rather cute Sidhe amorphals who spent the evening being every imaginable person the girls wanted to meet; pop stars, boys from school, film stars, you name it. We lost sight of them when they decided to accept the offer of riding on the backs of the equine Sidhe 'Epon, ' across. It happened so fast there was nothing I could do. It wound up around my neck and around my head. Then down my other arm and body. It wove itself into my new sweater and skirt so that now I was in a cocoon of mohair. I was looking through a slot in the windings around my head. I saw Lisa smiling at me.She proceeded to tell me she was a witch and had been working on this enchanted mohair for awhile. She knew I was the perfect subject for her experiment. She needed a sweater fetishist who could be.