Not that day or that next, or the day after. Leila didn’t know what to do. She didn’t want to tell anyone, not even her closest friends. She didn...��t want to tell Ace. She was too ashamed and too forlorn. Two days after her husband left her, Ace called her. She was at work and unable to concentrate, barely getting anything done. She didn’t want to talk to him, she blamed him for ruining her life. She thought she had it all under control, but Ace, that bastard, had excited her too much, excited. And Mrs. Conner walk in the front door. “Joe where is everyone and why aren’t you mowing the lawn?”“Please help me find Artie. He is hurting Eve.”I get out of the shower as the door slams open. “Stop pounding your pud you nasty pervert,” Cindy says. What is her problem? A man can’t have any peace and quiet.“Why do you keep barging in on me,” I ask. What the fuck, why does she do that?“Then, lock the door, dumbass,” she shoots back.“There’s no lock bitch,” I counter as she giggles and pinches me. Some of it is real, but he doesn't know what is real and what is imaginary," the Witch said. Then the scene changed and she saw Tin Man in the mirror."Your Tin Man has been bound in strong chains and set in a room with rain coming down upon him. He will quickly rust until he can no longer move and then his oil can will be put on the table before him for him to look at for all eternity - so close and yet he cannot free himself. He will remain a motionless statue of tin forever," she said. Once. I used a finger to coat her asshole with some of her juices from her vagina.“Go easy,” Angie instructed.” It’s a virgin asshole. Not even my husband goes there.”Oh wow! I forced the head of my cock into her tight little sphincter and I could see that she had grabbed the sheets in her hands and was shaking.“Let me know if it hurts,” I said.“A little,” she said, lowering her head as I pushed forward with my tool. Her asshole muscles loosened, just a tiny bit and I worked my cock back and forth,.