Wanderlust
“Are you going to buy anything or are you here to peruse yet again?” Jack gave a small hop before turning his head left and right, seeking out the source of the voice he had just heard. He’d been visiting this antique and clothing store, the Switch Witch, for several days now since discovering it, but hadn’t once been greeted. Most of the days the store felt empty. “Enough of your daydreaming. Over here.” the voice called out again, guiding him towards a large, oak wood desk cluttered with papers and occult-like trinkets with a gorgeous woman sitting at it. “Um… hello?” Jack responded, unsure what she wanted his attention for. He wasn’t the nervous type, but one look at her and her large breasts nearly popping out of a black, draping witch dress caused him to avert his eyes. She was tall and shapely, a dream in every way. Her voice had an aged quality to it, the tone of someone mature who navigated life’s twists and turns with a lax poise. She was a total milf! The woman chuckled at