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“Is that true?” Julie asked “You know you can’t believe everything you see on the web!”

“Mom! It’s on Wikipedia! They have, like, teams of experts reviewing everything. That’s why they have ‘citation needed’ and bibliographies and stuff. It’s true! So don’t touch it!”

“But if we don’t touch it how are we going…”

Bill interrupted with “Blow Job Boy!”

“What?” Julie asked

“Blow Job Boy! It must be his wand! He must have dropped it on the floor, when, (he looks at Ari) you know…, IT, happened.”

“What’s ‘It’?” Ari texted

Julie sighed “I’m going to assume you learn some things in school, that aren’t in the text books? Things about boys and girls?”

Ari looked at her mom with exasperation and typed “Are you going to tell me, the bees did it?”

Julie shrugged and winced. “He got an unnecessarily forceful and seemingly permanent blow job!”

Ari typed “Huh? Who did? And where was I? and where is he now? And what do you mean permanent?”

Bill said “He’s at the hospital now, with her attached. Everyone tried separating them, even the paramedics. Do you think he’s our witch”?

“Could be” she typed, “And males are called Warlocks not Witches”

“Did you get his name?” Julie asked

“Craig something, I heard him tell the paramedics.”

“Craig what? We are going to need his last name! We can’t just go into the hospital and ask for some guy named Craig, that’s getting a blow job!”

Bill sounded a bit peeved. “Well, I’m sorry! I’m a little distracted right now! I’m balls deep in a milf I’ve been dreaming about for months and you want me to remember some guy’s name... That’s’ it!”

“You’ve been dreaming about me?” Julie asked

“Yeah… but… his name. It’s Milford. Craig Milford. But even with his name we can’t just go marching into the hospital!”

“Why Not” Julie asked.

“Have you tried marching lately?” Bill asked.

“Oh… Yeah… That.” She tried again to let go of her breasts. Yanking hard on each one separately and both together

“Can you not do that Please?” Bill asked

“Yes please” Ari added

“Why not? I’ve got to get my hands free.” She said as she continued to yank and twist on them.

Bill groaned and said “Every time you yank, you clench your butt, and it’s, it’s, it, oh god, Unnguuu” as he came again.

“Euu ooohghh” Ari said and ran from the room

After a pause Julie said “She’s gone, can you take your shirt off please? I’d like to have my hands back”

“Sure, ok” said Bill and pulled the shirt up and over their heads

As soon as it cleared her head her hands came free and she grabbed the shirt from him and slipped it back on with her arms through the sleeves. Bill was caught off guard and before he could react his hands and arms were useless and glued to her breasts and sides.

“Ha” she said “How do you like that?”

“Actually I kind of like it.” He said squeezing her breasts. “Nothing to do except hold these all day.” Rippling his fingers he tried again to remove even one of them from her breasts.

“Oh no!” he said in a theatrical voice. “I’m Booby Trapped!” and tried pulling his hands from side to side. Then started clapping her boobs together like applause. “My hands are stuck to your breasts with unbreakable glue! How will I ever serve drinks? I can’t even open a door!”

“Ok, ok, I get it, but seriously how are we going to get out of this? We can’t go through life with your hands stuck to my chest and your dick stuck inside me.”

“Oh, that’s not really stuck, I just can’t pull it out because of the shorts. So maybe it’s like the shirt. All we have to do is take the shorts off, and the shirt off and we’ll be free.”

Julie said “Alright… the shirt we can do, but the shorts… we’ve been trying for several hours, to get out of them, with no luck.”