Her soft voice served to ease my fears. Still sniffling, I raised my eyes and beheld the dreaded Witch of Westmoor up close for the first time. The rumors run amok had done her quite a disservice. She was a young, pretty woman with a slim, envious figure. She wore a simple work dress, yet her feminine charms could not be concealed by the unadorned garment. She stood about half a hand taller than myself and had a very pretty face, framed in a lovely cascade of wavy hair as black as the darkest night. “So... so you’re the... the witch?” I stammered, immediately flushing with embarrassment at my rudeness, wishing for all-the-world I could snatch the words back before she heard them and took offense. “Perhaps to some,” she smiled. “But you may call me Kara, if you prefer.” “Yes, yes Miss Lendberg... I mean Kara. It’s a very nice name,” I gushed in relief. “And who might you be then?” she inquired, her dark, soft eyes taking me in with keen interest. “Oh, I’m sorry,” I offered. “I’m Kristy, Kristy Miller... from town.” “How pretty,” Kara remarked. I blushed under her appraising gaze, not sure if she was in reference to my name, or my general appearance. “And what pray-tell brings Kristy Kristy Miller from Town out into my forest today? Aren’t you a bit young to be out on your own in the dreaded witch’s woods?” I saw from the twinkle of her eye that she might be teasing wife me a bit. “No Ma’am, err... Kara,” I countered, drawing myself up to my full five-foot-four height. “I’m every bit of eighteen now, and I can handle myself.” Cuckold MILF “Yes, well I’ve certainly seen evidence of that,” Kara laughed. I bit my lower lip as it quivered and looked down, ashamed. Kara came over and put an arm around me. “Oh come now, I’m just kidding you Kristy. Hardcore Friends can tease each other, can’t they?” “Certainly!” I replied, perhaps a bit too eagerly, looking up to gaze into her eyes. I was thrilled that she didn’t judge the indian worst of me for what she seen earlier. “But you’ve made a bit of a mess of your pretty white dress, haven’t you?” Kara whispered to me in a tone that hinted that this was our little conspiracy. I looked down, having forgotten about the tell-tale wet stain clearly visible on the front of my dress. I could only hope it would dry of its own accord and desi not leave a permanent legacy of my naughty activities. ##### Part 4 - The Eager Student ##### “May I? Kara inquired, gesturing at the embarrassing stain on my dress. “Let me see what I can do about that.” I nodded and she eased her long, slender fingers down to the wet smear on my dress. She brushed at the material a few times, as if sweeping away a spot of lint. Three big men stepped out, grabbed her and forced her bodily into the car even as it was speeding off into the night. The earlier application of the balm into the depths of my pussy was just beginning to come into its own, every nerve receptor in my juicy little twat throbbing like a live electrical wire. I try to shake it off because I really am feeling like a perverted stalker. I kind of have forgotten that Mr. Husband is in the backseat until he gives a bit of a yelp and hops out of his seat. No, he was staring slack-jawed at Eva’s stage. "She's desi a work in progress, we've had to discipline her a few times, but she hasn't repeated wife a mistake yet. She had become a bondage bimbo on steroids! Are you looking for any managers? Her clothed body pressed against me. Candice's futa-cum leaked out of my twat as this wave of heat washed Hardcore through me. “They wouldn’t gain one step past our line.” Bianca said firmly. That idea sounded good to me. I began texting Dakota to schedule the plane for a short trip Wednesday return Friday morning. That skirt is short, and you have such nice legs and a cute butt. As we both scrambled to get our pants on. Mr. Robinson left for the car and in no less than 30 seconds the Robinsons had driven off into the dusky distance that would later become darker as indian winter approached. Gloria shivered at the memory of Darlene's naked body and the way the older girl touched her bare flesh. My mam definitely had one man in her bed, because I could taste his cum on her lips. “Don’t look,” I whispered to them, MILF the words barely coming from me, “turn away.” Are you hungry because we have lots of food,” I tell my son. Cathy's face was level with her brother's cock. “She’s got Cuckold dyke written all over.” He started slowly pumping in and out until he reached around and grabbed my cock and asked,"You want to move to our bed?". While I was on the phone with Jill, Missy and Sharon chatted about where the house is located giving Missy the address in case, she loses us due to a traffic light. “You up for it, Koralia?” She had ranged ahead, scouting for us. Don’tcha wanna fuck me, Brian? Michael was a friend, but he was also clearly sexually interested in Erica, and in Laura too for that matter. He slid his tongue further up her tight, tanned belly and took her right nipple is his mouth, all while fingering her pussy. Tables seem to be scattered haphazardly in the space in between bar and door. “Ok, bye Sue.