The two boys were playing a game of tug-of-war with the girl, ankle deepin the surf. They screamed at each other, like she was a toy to beplayed with.... The girl herself seemed like she wasn't sure whether toflee or throw both into the surf head first.It was perfect, just the drama she needed for a little warping ofreality. And the pooka knew just what to do.Her staff, a freely given branch of a willow tree at a crossroad, soakedin moonlight and carved with runes and symbols of the old. But when my dad exerted pressure, aha, I felt to my pleasure that my cunt was invaded by his shaft in utter delight. There was not even a trace of pain. Once buried his cock to the hilt, my dad pulled it out and pumped in again. I floated into heaven. He opened my blouse and squeezed my breasts. In and out, in and out, his piston churned my sheath. Beneath, I raised my hips and received him deep. Exhilarated by his every thrust, I sprung up in tune. Time lapsed. My sweet dad, pumping hard, put. He nodded curtly. “So,” she said, leaning back and looking into the liquid of her glass, “back to my story. Evelyn was the wife of a professor at the college. Some kind of literature, I think. She was one of Rich’s groupies. Even more so, though. She was very insistent.” “Persistant,” Evan corrected her. “Yes,” Janice nodded, “persistent. I decided to give her a taste of her own medicine. At every function when she would attach herself to Rich, I came onto her husband.” Evan grinned. “I’d bet. He would like to be outside the curtain listening.’”She grabs his head with both hands, pulling him tight against her cunt until she lets out a moan and cums on his tongue.Her husband is still between her legs, while she relaxes against her vanity.She strokes his cheek. “I’m glad you like my fantasies. I was getting turned on standing on the pedestal outside the dressing room modelling my outfits. I knew he was checking me out. I guess I was getting a little naughty. The fantasy just flowed.