He smelled the pot roast in the pot and the bread cooling on the counter.He smiled at seeing Timmy, he noticed vintage ladies apron, the freshperfume ...nd the scent of hair spray in the air, the tight new hair setcomplete with a blue satin bow bobby pinned to his right temple and thegloss red nails and of course the new but vintage blue nylon chiffondress. He felt his excitement building.The supper was heating in the pot, the bread was cooling, and Agnes andJanine were gone for the day. Ned. She knows that bringing me to the edge, and then letting me cool down while she rubs my leaking cock-head over her nose and cheeks and eyes, then working me back up to the edge again, will produces the biggest loads of cum. Which is what Navi loves. She loves the quantity of spunk as my cock throbs out rope after steaming rope of cum. She knows what I love, too: seeing the clinging, gluey masses of semen splash onto her achingly pretty face, covering her pretty lips, her small, narrow,. Today, however, four sets of feet wearing well-used boots marched up the dusty gravel path. A young man in his early 20's and three young women strode wearily toward the town of sheds and huts. As they passed through town, the people, farmers primarily, stared in awe and fright at them. Their cloaks and the man's staff revealed them right away as magicians of various disciplines. The company paid no mind to the stares, since they were used to it by now. They had been traveling for over a year,. . it might actually turn into something."You're nuts!" He said once again shaking his head."Why? Just because no one else has actually done it?" I asked."For one, you're not really a Doctor, even if you sort of look like one, or are you forgetting that?" he asked me. I had graying temples now, quite naturally of course, that did tend to give me a very distinguished professional sort of look, along with my deep-set, piercing blue eyes. "You don't have a license to actually be practicing.