Miranda saw how the dog had watched his master on the bus. There had to be something there. Fido proved heavy, and she had to drag him over to his ma...ster. She had been so neatly displayed, so open and inviting.He had been in the perfect position from the jump, so she laid him down onto the woman’s back, making sure his paws were going to catch on her shoulders to grip. She reached down and toyed with his red rocket, which wasn’t awake quite yet, but those pheromones that covered his snout. Gorgeous. ‘Reading something interesting?’ I told her it was a biography of Lord Nelson. ‘Bloody hell! I’m Donna.’ I introduced myself and, looking more closely at her realised that she had mismatched eyes; one was a beautiful blue, the other green. ‘Ah, I sense you have detected my genetic flaw,’ she said, smiling. ‘It’s not contacts, it’s natural. People often stare but I’ve got used to it.’ Obviously I was staring and lowered my eyes. ‘Not to worry, I don’t mind someone like you staring.’ I. It was Helen’s turn to gulp. She tried to reason with herself. Stop now… but the truth was… she didn’t want to stop. She wanted to see how far her son would push her. Would he want her to stand before him naked? She still had her panties on under her nightie, so she still could stop playing the game before she showed him her pussy… if such a young boy wanted to see an old pussy. But this was not any young boy…this was her own son…Helen took another gulp before wondering if she should expose her. While Mistress Leana proved to be a skilled tutor in the arts of sorcery, she neglected certain other parts of your education, leaving you to crave for her body, magically rejuvenated and remolded into the epitome of male fantasies. Luckily, the staff of her manor had a few women willing to alleviate your needs, and (un?)fortunately, to the best of your knowledge, your sired no child.After ensuring that your control over your Gift was strong enough to avoid becoming the epicenter of a magical.