Meanwhile the witch and her son, Zachary, lived in a small cottage in the woods near a village that was a couple miles away from the castle where thei... rulers lived. The witch realized that her son was different from the moment he was born. He looked to be a monster, his skin was pale green and he had smooth scales, like those of a snake, on his shoulders and covering some of his face and part of his back, thighs and hands. His hair was jet black and so were his eyes. Even though he looked like. Your body was gyrating against mine trying to feel more of me.Your hands were running up and down my back as you moaned from the embers that I was igniting within you. You ran your fingers through my hair pulling my face closer to the smoldering inferno that I was building within your bosoms. You raised your leg and rested it on top of a stump to allow cool air to flow up your dress. The sensation of the cool air as it met the warm juices that were flowing out of your love canal made you. I could not deny her nor myself any longer and began to give one hundred percent with each continued thrust. She had obviously been a quiet lover before (what with the head of my rod past her tonsils and all) Know however she softly began to moan. The bed began to rock, harder with each push. This was no young tight little bitch who was mad at her daddy for not giving her the nose or boob job she wanted. No. This was a real woman and I meant to rival in the passion as much as I could. The bed. As her sexy young body developed and was definitely becoming that of a very attractive and sexy young woman, Christina also began to develop a full recognition of her own sexiness and her sexual needs.What finally brought me and Christina into contact was her increasingly obvious interest in me. She'd made an overt effort to talk to me whenever she'd see me and it didn't take me long to pick up on the fact that sexy young Miss Christina was attracted to me. And, I increasingly noticed too that.