"Take a look" I said "there are just a few that are special to me but many from which you can choose". He didn't look, rather did he changed his stanc... so that he had a view into my laundry basket. He was awkwardness personified, maybe 'disturbed' by the pictures his imagination was drawing for him as to what I get up to (perhaps up on) in this private space. "Put them out on the bed if you wish" I suggested "so you can see them all" but he couldn't get himself to handle my smalls, to pick them. "Damn Jingo," she complained. "Now I'll have to wash the floor."But before she could even move, Jingo lowered his head and began lapping up the rich sexual mixture of his cum and hers from the floor.Mac just watched him excitedly as she knew that he was tasting her all over again. She reached over and scratched his head as he licked the floor. Then her gaze followed his body to his rear and smiled.Though shrunken slightly, his cock was still impressive looking. At least eight inches hung low. The entire audience was mesmerized." Sounds wonderful, Mitch. Such a pity you didn't care for the piano lessons." Mom, it's been twenty years since your last attempt. I think it's time you gave up on me becoming a pianist," I said with a grin."By the way, do we have any stories in our families of witches or seers?" What a curious thing to ask! No, I don't think so. As far as I recall, all of my ancestors were solid craftsmen or homemakers. Not a witch among them. Why the question?" Well, I've. And if the broad was right, he'd be able to do a lot more "research" from now on... "Okay, dearie. How much do I pay?" That'll be two thousand dollars, please." TWO THOUSAND DOLLARS? Isn't that a bit steep?" Oh, but I know you can afford it. You're worth millions. And this isn't just any old spell. It's quite powerful. Plus, my supervisor had to travel to another dimension to capture the dragon scales, centaur blood, and unicorn tears necessary for this baby. Do you know how much.