Brandon hesitated a moment and looked at his mother before saying, "Harold Forester." No. I mean your real father, your biological father," I said. "I... know the truth so don't lie. Don't look at your mother, just answer my question. Who is your real father?" Preston Matthews," Brandon said.Megan turned to Trish, who had just collapsed onto the sofa."Is that true?" Megan asked."It's true," I said. "Trish has been having an ongoing affair with Brandon's father for about sixteen years. That's where. At least they didn’t leave patches in your pockets like bleach and took from a larger area. I was aware that the laws of physics still applied, and you couldn’t make something from nothing.The wands also had heaps of the unique crystals in them, and one larger one that was embedded on the other end so that it acted like a torch. That crystal was also required to help the wand recharge. The small wand did make it much easier to cast small, intricate spells.For some reason, I also made the longer. After they drained him, they’d gone after each other. Watching that re-invigorated him. He’d heard about girls that made it with each other, like Miss Conklin at his high school, but he’d never actually seen it before. Watching the twins make it with each other got him so excited he got rock-hard and fucked them both one more time. Lorna, his girl at State U., was also the first black girl he ever screwed. He loved her dusky skin, which felt like black velvet, and the purple nipples that. "Of course I know where it is, silly! Be patient, baby doll." Anything Hailey said right now would make me melt but I did love having pet names. After a few minutes of torturous teasing she rose. She sat on my pussy with hers and I heard the squelch of wetness colliding. This was probably the best feeling of my life. But then she began slowly rotating her hips. Even better. "Hailey, oh god this is--oh my god keep going, fuck..." I was moaning continuously at this point and I could tell she was.