“Best halves,” she said with a snort. “Done stripping?”I tugged on my loincloth. “May I ask questions?”“Depends on your conduct. You’r... not naked.” The knife was back and I decided decency was a better sacrifice than my health. I undid the laces of my loincloth and let it drop. Crossing my arms over my chest, I looked into her eyes. Her gaze wandered down my body and stopped at my crotch.“Not bad for a tree-hugger,” she said, licking her lips.“You got me here to bed me?” I asked.“I am the one. I used my tongue to lap up and down her wet gash."Please Brad, don't stop!"I had no intention of stopping. I pushed two of my fingers into her hole. That really set Pam off. She was moving her mound up and down as I worked my magic on her pussy. Pam was getting soaking wet now. I knew I couldn't wait much longer. I got to my knees. I took hold of my prick and brought it to her opening. I slowly slid into her warm tunnel."Oh fuck!" She cried out.I fed her every inch of my bone. My balls were. In seventeen years of marriage I had never cheated on my wife. I knew that she had cheated on me one time. A young and attractive electrician was working at the house and, well, one thing led to another and they wound up in bed for over an hour. She felt so bad about it and she told me what happened and apologized over and over. I couldn't help myself, even though I knew that it was wrong, I pushed forward as my little Sue pushed back. I slid easily into her. Although she was tight, she. The first one she had cast, she recalled, had been to relieve her constipation. This had apparently worked. So what had gone wrong? Were these ghastly events all side-effects of that spell? It seemed hard to believe.The second spell had been supposed to grant her wristwatch the ability to move of its own accord. Had this one, perhaps, backfired? Had the spell been cast not on her watch but on the poo inside her? But why should this be the case? Alison had no idea about this, but it was looking.