A witch. A good witch."I just shook my head, and said, "There is no such thing. Let alone a goodone."She smiled and said, "Yes there is. Do I need to ...rove it to you?"I just nodded yes.She got up and offered me her hand. I took it and stood. She then led meout to the back yard and to a secluded grassy area, behind a greenhouse,that was surrounded by a high hedge. After we'd walked through theopening, I sensed something behind me. I turned my head to look, and theopening that we had just walked. Bob and a couple of Andy’s men were driving one of the Suburbans assigned to Ambassador Bernardi to Entebbe and we were going to keep it for a few days.A couple of my men were going to take the truck and trailer back to hangar 17 to load up all the crates we had brought that contained the wish list of supplies for my men and the embassy.The group of men who went from the motel to the hangar included the pilots, load masters and helicopter technicians. Major Culpepper - along with Hanna and her. "I'll get some lemonade and put it outside. If you don't come out you can't have any." and she walked into the kitchen.I stayed inside for a few moments more and then took a deep breath and followed her through to the patio. She gestured to me to sit down in the chair again as she poured out the drink. I sat silently sipping at the drink, feeling awkward and embarrassed. She seemed to be watching me intently, perhaps with a slight smirk forming in her lips. "Are you okay Matt?" she finally. His penis was by now almost rock hard and about twice the size it was when flaccid. It had to be about 11 or 12 inches long. The black cock was already slick from the vaseline my wife was rubbing into it as her hand rand up and down voluptuously. He watched the dildo action for another minute or so and then told Alexis to take it out and climb on top of him. She did so. His wife then took his black penis in her hand and guided it into my own wife's white vagina. It slid in without any.