The fat witch sent Gretel out to pick herbs, assuring the girl that the witch would finish rolling the dough flat. Then she escorted her handsome police officer into her kitchen. She got him some tea spiked with hard liquor.
The handsome young man knew a thing or two about satisfying lonely old widows. Being a constable paid only a copper a fortnight. You had to rely on tips to make ends meet. Other constables provided protection services to make ends meet. Wilhelm knew he looked good, knew he wasn't all that bright, and knew he disliked manual labor unless it involved beating up a guy who wasn't likely to hit back, and didn't want to commit a hangable offense. So, he used his natural assets, and provided escort services. The fat old witch wasn't the ugliest or fattest women he ever serviced, and at least she smelled good and wholsome, like a bakery.
After a few pleasantries, the two found themselves in various states of undress, as they passionately rolled back and forth across the cookie dough that Gretel had left half rolled on the table.
The burglar was in ecstasy as the added weight of a 175 pound stud and the 300 pound witch pressed him even flatter. Sweat and cum dribbled on to the dough and rolled into the dough. Soon it was over.
The two sat on the table breathing heavily and covered in flour. "I hope I didn't ruin your cookie dough?" the guardsman said thoughtfully looking at the puddle of cum between his legs that that had dripped on to the batter.
"No, it'll just make him all the tastier."
"Him?"
"Yes, you know gingerbread man, hah!" He laughed too.
The burglar struggle to move his lips to call for help.
The lovers kissed.
"You're so delicious, I could just eat you up," the witch flirted, and licked her lips.