If only I'd wetted the tip. That would have been better, don't you think George?" "I wouldn't know, Mary, Mrs Lewes would never finger my arsehole and..., truth be told, I don't believe she's ever had her hand on my cock." "Her normal, same-size-as-its-compatriot, hand?" "Yes." "Never massaged your furred family jewels or encircled your thick base as your forest of pubic hair caresses her pure, alabaster skin." "No." Or corkscrewed up and down your length revelling in your meaty thickness, eyes. Finally they slowed down and Harry rolled off of his wife and collapsedbeside her.?My God, Jean. What?s gotten into you?That was the best fuck we have ever had and you are a wildcat. I love it. Iwish I could have been a fly on the ceiling and watched us do that.? He soundedso happy and proud of her that she couldn?t believe it. He had never praisedher for her sexual performances with him. Something deep down in hersubconscious flashed in big bold letters when she remembered his saying hewished. ‘She came home unexpectedly and walked in on me and a fuck buddy with his cock buried deep in my ass. Neither of us saw her standing in the bedroom doorway and he was grunting and pumping a hot load in my ass. She screamed and we both jumped up in disbelief.’, Herbie told me. ‘There I was, butt naked, staring at her with a dumbfounded look on my face and a fresh cumload dripping out of my ass, and she was going on about, ‘How could you? In the bed we share together?’ ‘She turned and left, I. "I'llbe there trying not to laugh in your face." No you won't," I said. "I bet you'll want to try it." You're on!"Conversation moved on to the witchy side of things."Has a witch ever been able to cast a spell without a grim-thing?" Iasked."You mean grimoire," Monique corrected me. "Not that I've ever heard of.A grimoire is like a witch's personal instruction book. You can't writespells without it, you can't even use another witch's. I looked at myGrandma's and it made no sense to me whatsoever..