There was no way that Hermie would let herself look like an averagelady who was just entering middle age if she could help it. His exwife was a little... vain about her looks. Hermie's vanity did not comefrom being conceited, it came from her insecurities. Yes, even thebest purveyors of the arcane arts could have low self esteem.The man who was wondering why he had these sudden urges and desireswhich were unnatural for his personality was on the right trackcontributing them to magic. The magic. Omg she having an affair. I was very eager to know about that and was very very eager to know what and all happened between them.After a week she called me again asking “why no message and calls”. I repliedMe : nothing (in a weird voice)Devi : ennamoe iruku sollu(something’s there tell me)Me : who is that boy friend. Tell about himDevi : I don’t have a boy friendBut I compelled her to tell,because then only I can do her something :pAtlast she saidDevi : aahma I have a boy friend,ippo enna da. I was throbbing so hard, I could feel blood pulsating through every one of my cock's veins. I was on cloud nine and her moans just served to motivate me even more.I wanted to eat her out till the end of time, I couldn't get enough of her, I could never grow fed up of this act - my fingers were now working in unison with my tongue.She was dripping profusely, tits as firm as I had ever felt a woman's tits be, toes curled and forcing my head against her cunt bring her closer to the epitome of this. Even though I lived right next door to Steve we had to be careful about hooking up. We met up at least once a day for me to blow him and sometimes a quick fuck. We would usually meet in the fort but sometimes we would meet between our houses and go behind a huge bush there and I’d suck him off and maybe drop my pants and bend over for him to fuck me. Sometimes if his mom wanted something from the store he’d pick me up on the way out and I’d blow him in the car. We had almost been caught a few.