?Marty, you have to admit you were pretty ticket off when you found outI hadn?t destroyed the statue after all.?He shook his head and smiled. ?Yeah, I...guess I was. But I eventuallyunderstood why you told me that. You wanted me to get on with my life,and not keep thinking there was an escape hatch if things got rough.??Exactly.??You know, we still haven?t used the third wish.??No, and something tells me we should leave well enough alone. Ourlives have been pretty blessed overall. We don?t need. I looked in the mirror as I saw his cock moving back and forth in my ass. He never pushed it all in yet my ass seemed full with his cock. After a few minutes of him slowly pushing back and forward my ass seemed on fire and I wanted more. I pushed back at him until I felt his big balls slapping my ass. He bit into my shoulder as he encourage me saying, "That's right, take my dick, take all my dick." I had never felt the feeling that was rushing through my body. Too soon, he pulled out with a. Anyway, why was I even here? Things weren't going to happen, even if I wanted them to.“Maybe... maybe not,” he said. “But you're cute. I'll take the risk.” Before I could protest, Jack gave a little tug on my hand and led me over to one of the sofa seats at the back of the bar area. I tottered behind him in my boots, unable to prevent myself from looking over at the women he'd been talking to seconds before. They were now staring at me with hatred in their eyes.I sat on the sofa. Jack let go of. It was his 16th birthday and his parents were supposed to be away, so he threw an amazing party at their house. Well, it was more like an Elizabethan mansion – all dark wood panelling and bedrooms with hidden doors. Most had shared bathrooms with those lovely copper baths and a maid to help with any bathing needs. His Dad, also called Sam had made a fortune in the porn industry and built this place in the woods as a discrete home and filming studio. The fancy dress party was a riot; my.