“I know. I’m not.” I grabbed her slim hips and plunged my tongue deep into her warm wet pussy, coating my face with her juices. “Holy fuck!... What are you doing? Where’d you learn about eating pussy?” This was long before the ready availability of porn that exists today. I pulled my face out of her tasty backside.“I found a book my Dad has about sex and fucking and foreplay and all that stuff. You know I’m a good student!!” I joked. Mrs. B. laughed a bit then reached back and grabbed my. "Except the kind you smoke," I added. We were still on the porch with the beer when my old phone rang. "Hello," I replied."This is Rita, I'm at the Rural Police sub station in Williamston. What should I do now?" she asked. I had put her on speaker so Buddy could hear."Tell her to meet us in Mossberg, she can stay with us," he said. I grinned at Buddy."Rita why don't we put you up where I am staying till they release my house?" I said."Sounds reasonable," she said. I grinned again."Meet me in. Dora. Nice of you to come by,” I said.“We’ve tried a few times these last days,” said Dora, “but you were under. We just got back from downtown: Tuesday Bible study.” She noticed that I kept glancing back at the door.“Your family is letting everyone else have their moment,” she said. “I believe they’ll be in and stay for the rest of visiting period after the rest of us are gone.” I sagged back in my sheets.It came to me that I had not even seen my stumps. I hadn’t tried. I was, I realized,. To her surprise her father conjured up various things that amused her daughter and spoke to her about witches and wizards and the things they could do. At one point she heard him saying to her that he was especially glad the Tunie was a witch. The perceptive little girl then asked him if he would have disappointed if she hadn't been able to do magic.Oh no Xenophilius had told her. He said that he would have been very pleased to have such a clever and pretty little girl as a granddaughter but.