"I know what you're thinking," Sally said to me. "How did she get sobig? Well I haven't grown sweetie, you've gotten smaller, in fact you'reabout 6 in...ches tall now." Six inches?" I squeaked, hearing my new voice for the first time. "Butwhy?" Well the thing is, I'm a witch," Sally explained to me. "Quite apowerful one as well. The problem is, is that I can't do anything toanyone without them giving me permission." But I never gave you permission to do this to me!" I protested."Oh but you did.. Assuming it was another one I ignored it and continued stroking my hard cock through my pantyhose. The knock continued so I put on my robe to go shoo them away. I opened the door and to my horror it was the dishwasher repair man. I had forgotten my wife told me the night before he was coming over. I felt trapped! I let him, somehow hoping he wouldn’t notice my hosiery while I showed him to the kitchen. I rushed over to the kitchen table so I could delete the porn I was watching from the. “It’s a tough enough world without someone making it worse. I do my best to make it a better world.”“Its a shame that more people don’t feel that way,” Laura said.Burl said, “I agree. We’re here.”He held open the office door. Laura sighed and entered the office.“Mrs. Paramo,” Burl said. Shelly, the other woman who worked in the mall, swapped weekends with Mrs. Paramo.“What can I do for you, Burl?” the elderly woman asked.“This is Laura Lane. She needs permission to play her guitar in the mall,”. They had the boundless energy of teenagers but it was tempered with the familiarity and experience of old lovers. It was perfect, better than perfect, better than she could have dreamed. They just seemed to fit. With their bodies tired and their energy spent, they fell asleep, locked together in a perfect messy tangle. She woke in the morning snuggled against him, head on his chest, his strong arm around her shoulder. Her eyes remained closed as she remembered their night, replayed it in her.