"Popular comes to mind," the witch answered. "May I take it then that youhave some experience giving blow jobs?" Well, a girl has to keep her tummy fi...led somehow," Gretel saidpragmatically."And how much did you charge for your services?" Oh, do men pay for that?" Gretel asked naively."Hmm, a slut and stupid," the witch mused. "Perhaps you do have potentialafter all. With those qualities, you could either be a world class whoreor a politician, although, I could not create such a. Then we were home. Then it seemed to jump ahead to later on when my wife came home. It's night time again. I hear a voice. It doesn't say my name, but it is talking to me. It's thanking me. I feel a weight on my leg. It's hard, a bit heavy and also feels ticklish like strands of hair. Sitting now, watching TV with my wife. A head rests on my leg...that's it. There is a hand on my knee. It moves once in a while just a bit. I put my hand out and stroke long flowing hair. The hand slowly drags. I put it down tothe fact that she was really not happy about me leaving.The business out of town went very well, and I was ableto get away earlier than I thought on the followingFriday afternoon. I sped home to get back to Alex,knowing that she would throw her arms round me as shealways did after we had been apart. As I entered thehouse, I could hear quite loud noises coming fromupstairs. It was my usually very quiet wife.“Oh god, how do you make me cry every time?” she wassobbing.. Does she know you are coming here?" She knows I'm out of England for my birthday but she doesn't know where I've gone. I want to see her face when she realises I'm here." Greg grinned taking off his rucksack and putting it in the truck. Both men got into the truck, their minds on the plans for the day. Both men felt their cocks harden, thinking of Jolene and the surprise that was about to happen. Rocco pulled onto a side road out of view of pedestrians. "So when is your birthday exactly Greg?".