“Did she just go to sleep then?”“Yes but not straight away, she seemed to be moving her hand between her legs and her breathing went really shal...ow and then her legs seemed to spasm and she took a deep breath in and exhaled slowly”.Just then Father Fred shouted for us all to come into the cottage.“OK you lot, I had a chat with Edith before she went and apparently she has explained to Sandra that she really ought to have a bath everyday and we already know that you boys need one, as do I after. I looked round the house to make sure I was alone, to be certain someone wasn't playing tricks. But there wasn't a soul. 'Kiss me and I shall at last be free!' 'Kiss you?' 'Yes, it will break the spell. Kiss me. Please.' 'Spell? What spell?' 'On the eve of my wedding, All Hallows Eve, my evil stepmother - who was secretly a witch - turned me into a pumpkin. She hated me, was insanely jealous of my impending happiness. You see, I was to be betrothed to a very handsome prince and we would, in. ’ It wasn’t until maybe 6 months later when one of Anna’s friends, Catherine, started flirting with me that things changed. Turned out she was making a play for me because of what she had heard. She was I guess what you might call a budding cumfreak. When she gave me a handjob, I did my best to suppress it and I must have done an alright job because she said, ‘That was a nice amount of cum, but I was expecting a lot more after what Anna said.’ I then asked, ‘You mean you wanted me to shoot it. ” I was so out of breath. I couldn't speak straight.She kissed me again, hungry, devouring. It was incredible. My hands twitched. I brushed the front of her pink dress. I slid up her cloth, caressing the fabric until I found her own breast. I squeezed her, feeling her tit through the cloth, her bra's underwire stiff. I dug into her as she pinched my nipple, her fingers playing with it, teasing me.She broke the kiss again, staring into my eyes. My fingers found the buttons of her bodice, sliding.