Mum was eventeaching me how to do potions. The only complaint that Mum had was thatshe had not raised me as a little girl. She got me now; she never h...d ababy girl.I suppose the only one that was all that happy was Wyatt. He lost abrother that he could play with. He lost a little brother that he couldwrestle with, play games with, practice magic with. It was not as fun aswith a sister.A few weeks later. Wyatt was in the library in the magic school Barbasshowed his face once more."You have been. It might not be the middle of nowhere, but you could probably see the middle of nowhere from my house! McKinley is only slightly better!”“This is the kind of place I think my mom would want me to go.”“Is it up to her?”“If you ask her? Yes. She came with me. Thank God these tours are only for students and the parents have a separate tour!”“They wanted you to be able to talk to us.”“Mike?” Clarissa called out.“Sorry, duty calls! It was nice to meet you!”“You, too.”We shook hands again and I. They lead me over to her and order me to start licking her clit, while the guys are drawing cards to see who goes first. With the order determined the first guy comes over to me, “on your knees bitch, let’s find out how good of a cocksucker you are, and don’t make me cum!” I kneel and start to show him my skills. In just a couple of minutes he pulls it out and walks over to the table and starts to fuck Jane. Somebody brings a chair over, and a bottle of water for me, so the guys could sit while. They night started a life long Fetish with Women’s Panties. Not just the smell of them , but even just the sight of them to this day excites me to no end. It didn’t take long before every time I would go into someone’s bathroom I would always look and search in their hamper for any woman or girls Panties to smell. I can’t help myself, even to this day I still do it. Probably around the age of 12 or 13 if I was lucky enough to find a pair of freshly worn ones in a hamper, I would bring them up.