Suddenly the mixture glowed brightly and exploded in a cloud of smoke.Startled, Christina jumped back landing on her butt, her knees in the air and ha...ds behind her holding her upright in a sitting position, her still swollen pussy dripping cum into the dirt.The wind from the storm raging outside blew the smoke away revealing a naked figure laying just an arm's length from the witch's feet.Christina looked at him and licked her lips, knowing her hunger would soon be satisfied. All of his. Reaching behind her, she let the shirt fall from her shoulders to the ground. I motioned to stand, wanting to touch her. She gently pushed my shoulders down, telling me to sit. She dropped to her knees, kneeling in front of me as she leaned in and kissed me. It wasn’t a gentle peck; it was a hard, deliberate kiss, her tongue searching for mine. I reached my hands forward and cupped her tits from the side. She moaned softly. I reached behind her as our tongues and mouths continued to work on. My reluctance didn't come from not wanting you, from not wanting this. It came from knowing that I did want this, and not knowing how much self-deception I might be capable of to get it."I lay back on the pillow and stared at the ceiling. "That's why we have rules and societal expectations about age," I said.She rolled on top of me, straddling me. "Yes," she agreed. "That's fair. But if we're gonna talk about the rules, then let's do it fairly. I'm eighteen years old. The rules say I can do. “I told him about us,” she said late one night as we lay in bed together.“How much did you tell him?” I asked.“Pretty much everything. About our swinging and our open marriage.”“Why? What if he tells someone?”“He wouldn’t ever tell anyone. Trust me.”“But why would you tell him about that?”“We talk about everything! It’s a forty-minute ride to work, and another forty minutes back. And that’s if there’s no traffic. We have to talk about something to pass the time.”“Okay… so, what did he say when.