Squatting elegantly, Melissa flipped up her red woven dress and proceeded to push out the recent contents of her bowels, digging its way into her silk panties and sagging them down over her curvy thighs. She grunts once more and another poop slides out into her pants.
'Wow... for a pretty witch I make a big load,' she said, patting her mess on the seat. 'Guess I had an accident too, Han-Han.'
The witch holds up her wand. What does she do?