"It's lousy timing with the weekend upon us, but it could be worse." What's the story?" he asked."Julio," Shirl pointed to the man on the ladder, "is ...ur guy for heating and cooling. Barley was never big on spending money wisely, as you know."The previous owner of the Black Horse was a cheapskate of the first order, besides being an addict and a terrible businessman."Let me guess, it's come back to haunt us?" Scott said."Big time," Shirl replied. "Julio's kept this thing running with spit and. My tongue instinctually licked the back of my lips trying to get out and taste the folds pushing my head down, oh god I wanted to taste the aroma filling my senses. The feel of her saturated pussy on my nose mixed with her scent pushed me closer to the edge, I wanted to dive off into the abyss. Then I felt it the unmistakable signs that she was going to come, he legs flexed and she pushed my head harder into the bed. Her rapid movements grinding into me harder, damn tape, I wanted to have my. "I don't remember that?" the witch said as she slipped a pair of lace socks on my feet before sliding the tiny Mary Jane shoes over them."Just made it up! Cute no?" the woman said."You and Missy will get along just fine. Heck, you might even consider changing a diaper or two," the witch said. "Actually, I'm thinking of doing that after I get him home, that baby powder smell is intoxicating, but first I'll need to shop for another boy. Only I think I'll make my Betsi Wetsi a big girl instead of. I walked out of the cave through the house and into the quiet of a night softly lit by a quarter moon. The night smells of the desert and the river wafted over me as I walked out into the warm night air away from the cave. Finally, twenty yards from the house, I did my best to center myself and then began the familiar movements of the Krav Maga katas. As usual the exercise forced me to concentrate fully on the moves and helped bring me back down from the emotional high of the dreams.Hot,.