" (But she was afraid to even mention where.)Hansel had no problem mentioning the old hag's cottage and once it was agreed as the source of the aroma,... they both succumbed to this strange inkling to return to the scene of their near demise and its effect on them, since.Whether there was still any magic or not, neither twin feared that house any longer, since the owner was long dead?The house, despite being abandoned, still smelled like ginger bread and it was still as intoxicating today as it. They went to a table, and because Klinger was drunk he wasn't as careful sitting down, as he should've been."Max, dear, your slip is showing," she said.He tugged at his dress."I don't usually wear lingerie," he said. "I figure, what's the point, if no one's gonna see it? But sometimes you just feel like being dressy." Of course. Max, what I wanted to say is, I'm sorry I came on so strong. I didn't want to force you into anything you didn't want to do." That's OK, Debbie. It's just; I need to be. I wanted to masturbate, but waited, hoping she would be back. After about an half hour my hoping was rewarded. She came back into the room wrapped in a bath towel. Her hair was wet. I knew she had taken a shower, (brilliant of me, no ?) My penis raged and I knew she was naked under the towel. I yearned to see her nakedness. She sat at her makeup desk and crossed her full legs and began to dry her hair. I envied the towel that held her full bosom. I kept hoping it would fall away revealing her. ‘ touch it.’Focussing internally for a moment, I could feel energy running freely through my limbs, ebbing and flowing along with my emotions. I suppressed it as I reached for his cock.I ran a fingertip along his cockhead feeling a gentle fission of energy pass into him. He groaned loudly and then he was coming, great gobs of white fluid spat from his cock decorating my chest and belly. He seized my arm, stopping me from pulling away, as more heavy jets spanged wetly between my tits and ran in.