The flames seemed to reach out. The witch stuck her horrible old face right next to his. “Are you scared?” she said.“Yes!”“That’s good. I ...need for people to get scared. It helps me keep my ghoulish figure. Now, are you going to keep telling Willie and the other kids to stay away from my house?”“No!”“What about that cold fish wife of yours, and her doctor friend? You’re not going to let them spoil my fun either?”“I swear, I swear!” The hairs on his face were starting to smolder. “You’d better. “And thank you,” she added.“Merry Christmas and thank you for telling me to get my head out of my ass, in a very professional manner.”She grinned at me.“One last thing,” I said. “Arrange lunch for me with Mitt Romney. I want to see what else I can be doing to help the Olympic effort here.”“Nana!” Ali called when she spotted Janet walking down the beach toward us. My little girl jumped up and ran to give her grandmother a hug. Jer came out of the water and grabbed a towel to dry off and then did. "How can your underwear be tight", Iresponded, "Like, did your Mother shrink it in the wash, or something?"Wil was silent for a minute or so and I noticed that he was blushing alittle. Finally he said: "Like, I, uh, tried on a different, like, stylewhen I got dressed this morning", and he unbuttoned the top couple ofbuttons on his shirt and pulled one side open a little and I could seethis dark blue fabric under his shirt. It took me a minute or so to puttwo and two together and then I blurted. Soon she could take no more. “Come on, take me up there and bang me, the both of you. We walked up to our towels. My cock was really stiff, and Marc’s too. My goodness, he was thick. Jeanne lay down on her back. Marc wanted to take her first. He passed me his phone. “Can you film this.” No foreplay here. He was in and humping away, groaning. His legs were apart and his low-hanging balls were banging the ground. I cupped my hand under them to protect them, and still managed to keep.