Hellmark Greeting Card

Flash! Endora now took a photo of Darren. She studied it. And turned up her nose. “He’s only a little over Mortal average! 6 3/4ths inches! What do you see in him, Samantha?!”

“Love,” she said to him. To her mother, she said, “And something I can’t find in the world of magic: Anticipation and disappointment. When everything is too easy, the rewards are shallow. Life among the Mortals is teaching me how to savor the moments.” For the first time in centuries, she had actually learned to count the minutes and not just the weeks.

“You tell her, Sam!” Darren smiled at his wife, and then looked at his watch. He was going to be late! He left again.

“Piffle! Put that on a Hellmark Greeting Card.” But then a cunning smile came to her. “I notice you said, “is teaching”. You haven’t completed your lessons.” Nude, again, the redhead wiggled a finger under her daughter’s nose. Pusy juice began to appear on it.

Though fully clothed again, including lingerie, the centuries-young blonde squirmed as if the finger were within her cunt. It was stirring up temptation. “Mother!” she scolded through her groan.