They were accused ofwitchcraft and it made national news. I always thought it was strangethat such a big fuss was made over such an insignificant thin..., but Iwould later learn that they were not your typical emo kids. As I flipped through this relic, I found a series of supposed spells thatsounded ridiculous. There was one that would get rid of pimples-I guess amagical oxy pad-and another that claimed to be a love spell. "What abunch of losers," I said to myself not realizing that it was. “A few ideas cross my mind, you could jack me off?”“Simple, safe,” I said.“Or give me a Blow Job ... it would be my first.”“Interesting, no muss, no fuss,” I said unbuttoning the top most button on my blouse.“Or, depending on your personal morals, you could let me fuck you?”“That ain’t gonna happen, Richard,” with my blouse now off. I’m standing a meter from my naked son, in only a lacy bra, with panties and a pair of sky blue slacks. Oh yeah, he had a hardon with a hand on it, just keeping it. Without hesitation I kissed her in French style and no resistant was shown from her.We were kissing passionately and shreya giving me intense lip lock by holding my hair tightly like a porn star. We continued like this for 15 minutes, her saliva taste was awesome and I bit her lip harder and Shreya shouted out in pain. While kissing her hardly i dropped my hand on her monster ass and rubbed hard. Her big booty boobs were rubbing against my chest and her heart was pumping fast, I removed her. Scooping the keys up, I had to endure another bout of fumblingbefore I could get the door open.For a moment I stood inside the darkened apartment, just trying togather my wits. Then, flicking the light on I tottered on weary legs tothe bathroom. It was a good few minutes before I could bear to look atmy own reflection. And when I did, it seemed I was looking at some kindof screen, not a mirror. I simply couldn't associate myself with thefigure I saw. Not wearing a school uniform, with hair in.