Randy(lying down) and his cousin, not to mention her friends, had been on vacation for a couple of weeks. They were heading from Ohio into Pennsylvania and the girls had a challenge for him. All four knew that Abby, Randy’s cousin, was a witch and the girls bet him he couldn’t last a week as a girl on vacation. Randy figured it was in the bag.
“Where you going, man? Or should I say…..”
Charlie bit his lip and his right finger as he lay there prostrate, feeling his boobs touching the mattress.
“Mmmhhh, damn girl. You were awesome.” Terry said reaching into his wallet as the girl still sat there covered in cum and smiling. “I’ll leave you a little something extra.” Terry said and pulled out some cash.
Sam really wasn’t as smart as he thought he was. To be fair, nobody was as smart as Sam thought he was. Tabitha knew that her husband did have to travel for work; however, his work certainly didn’t require him to visit strip clubs, or pay for the special experience, which involved him fucking one or more of the girls. She was willing to overlook it for a little bit, but not for months upon months upon months.
God!… I am a loudmouth… at the wedding of the best friend of my girlfriend I’m the only one of my friends who say to his sister, the witch “if women close their legs there would be less trouble in their life” …
“Don’t mess with my stuff when I leave for the weekend” Abby had told Ryan. Ryan smiled innocently at her. “I mean it, Ryan. Unless you want to spend the weekend as Brianne, you better stay out of my room. Remember summer camp?”
This use to be Jake, just your regular normal guy. Until one day, he pissed off the wrong witch. He was just walking around the mall minding his own business when he walked into one of his favorite stores. As he was browsing the store, he found the item he was looking for and proceeded to check out.
Dave was on a business trip. He decided to leave a day early so he could have a night to himself at a bar and get wasted. He wanted to forget the Mrs and his three kids for a night and just be himself. So, the night he arrived downtown he found the closest bar to the hotel, and got wasted.
Ricki groaned and rubbed the small of his back, the muscles aching from the strain of carrying around 15 lbs of jiggling, bouncing, fleshy weight for the last six hours with only a skin tight bikini top for support. He cursed, feeling the sting from where the skimpy top was cutting into the soft, feminine flesh of his back and chest.