It was the chant of unbridled passion. The witches hands tweaked and massaged and pulled and kneaded Devon’s breasts and nipples as she continued to... thrust in and out of her from behind. Devon was soon bucking and thrashing and approaching an orgasm which she knew would be greater than the previous two which she had just experienced.Another witch, this one with no mask, now knelt between Devon’s legs. She was holding a strange shaped clay bowl. It was long an thin and narrower on one end as if. Now then, if you continue, all I can say is, "You have been warned."I was fourteen at the time. I was kind of a geeky kid, interested in science, reading everything I could get my hands on, and quite smart. I had been skipped ahead in school, so I was smaller and younger than my classmates, and therefore tended to get picked on, and beaten up fairly regularly. I did my best to hide the bruises from my mother; she thought I was clumsy in gym class. I was also a little pudgy, and nearsighted, so. Here." With that, he thrust into Jeff's hands a heavy, dusty old book and left the room quickly.The title, what Jeff could read where the gilding hadn't worn away, was "Medi al Ency lop d a & Syll bus." Puzzled, Jeff opened the thick book up to a page marked by a sheet torn from his father's prescription pad and started reading -- or trying to read. The words were long and unfamiliar, and the pictures weren't much help: they looked like people with spaghetti in their laps -- no, wait, that. And he was kneading it, grabbing it. She slowed his hand down and showed him to do it, softer. Hell, she was teaching him! Matt slowed down the pace now but he was still at the left miracle of my wife. She had her fingers combing his hair, and her right hand kneading his erection. She looked up and caught my eye. I smiled, she was so happy and also very visibly aroused. When his breathing got faster, she looked down, "Yes baby, that's it. Take care of my right one too baby. I've waited so long.