Her eyes were fixed on the movement of my hand. I continued talking to her as though nothing was going on in front of her. "Isn't it awesome that we d...n't have school today?" I said. Emma answered in agreement, but still, her eyes were focused on what my hand was doing. We talked about what we might do the rest of the day. Maybe we'll go sledding, I told her. Or just stay inside and drink some hot chocolate. Emma couldn't take her eyes off the sheet moving. I ran my tip up and down her moistened slit, probing further each time, searching for and finally finding her glorious jewel which I enveloped fully, eliciting from her both a long sigh and a shudder. If the taste of her toes had been heavenly, that of her sex was even more sublime, and suddenly I couldn’t get enough of it. I suckled and slurped, and as I did I felt her fingers lightly begin to play upon my ongoing erect pole, which served to even further increase my enthusiasm. Her. She was a living midsummer witch on the bonfire. She wished it was over as for Sheila. The children with torches smiled expectantly back at her. She saw in glimpses her own childhood, she saw in flashes from the times when she and her family had stood and looked at the midsummer bonfires with witch dolls. Her father had told about the burning time when they had burned witches alive at the stake. Susan and her siblings had shuddered with terror. Indeed, she had imagined that the witch dolls was. She would have to be satisfied with recalling what she’d done with Anderson as her own personal fantasy in order to get even the slightest enjoyment from Naeem’s cock. The weekend sped by and, too soon, Farida had to leave. This time, however, she didn’t want Anderson escorting her to the station. ‘I don’t want you to come. Even though I know I will be seeing you at the university again for my graduation, I won’t ever be seeing you again in this capacity. You waving me off…’ Her voice trailed.