I am a good, understanding girlfriend, so instead of jealously storming out of the club I let the tight, wet, firm, slutty, glistening, pretty girl st...umble into the booth next to me practically on top of me. I must admit that she smells good like some aromatic mix of candy and sex and sweat like Halloween just stuck a lollipop up her tight little asshole. I imagine what this might look like her young butthole pinching the white paper stem as it sticks out between her two tan, firm buttcheeks. I. Melissa. Markus's spiteful daughter was here. She had come through my gate, which I had left open. Great.I thanked Bel. He turned and lumbered away in a run, and sprang back into the air, wings pumping furiously to gain hight. Great. I had left a hole open in the world, and something had come through it that didn't like me. How stupid could I be? Why didn't I take into consideration Melissa or Markus when I had set my aversion spell?They were both powerful enough to counter something like that.. “Okay, ready?” he asked.“Okay,” I said weakly. As I knew the moment was coming near, I was suddenly feeling less confident. But after he put his hand on my hip, I felt reassured. He lubed his dick up some more before using his left hand to guide it. I felt it prod against my butthole, but it was too small. I didn’t know how to make it bigger… but like anything, Dave decided that applying enough pressure would open it up. I spread my legs wider, even dropping them off his shoulders, wondering. Who the hellcarried a handkerchief these days? Well this lunatic obviously did."What the hell sort of accent is that?" Ah well therein lies a tale. Was born in Ireland some 32 year ago but atthe ripe old age of 7 mam and pap up'd and off ta Edinburgh. So ya see theold head is a might perplexed as ta whether tis Irish or Scottish. Eitherway no one can understand a word. Can be awful useful in chattin' up thelassies. Needs must lean close ta figure ma speech. An' then ya be mine, orI be yours.