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Come now, quit your crying. I understand.” 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 me a Big Tits bit. “No Ma’am, err... Kara,” I countered, drawing myself up to my full nurses five-foot-four height. “I’m every bit of eighteen now, and I can handle myself.” “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. 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 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 not leave a permanent legacy of my naughty activities. ##### Part 4 - The Eager Student ##### “May I? Kara inquired, gesturing at the embarrassing stain uniform 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. Her moans then became muffled and started coming from her nose: she was kissing Lisa again. Her hands grabbed Lucilla's tush. “What are you doing?” Janet demanded. "Yes" Molly told her father boldly. My dick throbbed. Jack grabbed her hand, “You don't have to do everything by yourself. She moves the shorts aside and uniform starts rubbing her pussy and slightly moaning. Our Mom went out again to see her business partner and then will be seeing her Lawyer. Clint glanced up and smiled. My cunny tingled and Big Tits itched, a bead of my cream working down my nurses thighs, teasing me. My skirts and petticoats rustled as my thighs rubbed together, easing the pressure on my clit. “I'm going to lick and eat your pussy until you explode in frothy passion,” I moaned.