I looked at my self and saw that the bubbles had disappeared. She was staring so intently she jumped a little and asked her what was up. She said: �...��Mom, you have no hair on your pussy? Why?” I was a little taken aback but kept my cool and said: “Because, it makes me feel sexier when I’m with someone having sex.” She continued to stare and gulped al little and said “Wow. I wish my pussy looked that good.” Taking the queue I asked her if she would like me to shave hers. She paused for a. He took hold of my wrists and pulled me down to my knees then onto my back on the floor. He hastily pulled his buttons and dropped his pants. His penis was sticking out and as his foreskin folde back,his shiny purple,red, glans slid out like a big plum,a drop of shiny fluid on the tip.Sharp pushed my legs apart and a moment later was on top of me on the carpet. I felt his penis jabbing urgently as he sought my opening and then he was inside me. My vagina was slick and he penetrated fully with a. I let it go, moved a bit towards right and dozed off.After about 15 mins, I felt soft finger tips gently brushing up against my biceps (was wearing a t-shirt!). Continued to ignore it as if I was having a horny dream. It continued for another 5 mins and woke up suddenly to look at my hand. There was nothing. I looked at the chick next to me again and she still was sleeping. I must have gone crazy, I thought.At the same time, it was a bit fishy. I’m not usually delusional and my senses are. I look at these girls and laugh. Witches? Ha! Some of the poor dears were silly enough to imagine themselves dabblers in the Dark Art, but most were innocent even of these ridiculous pretensions. The witch hunters may believe these innocents to be witches, but I know better. I would recognize a true witch instantly ? because I am one. Yes, I am the real deal, an honest-to-goodness servant of the Dark One. I signed my name in blood on a piece of parchment and handed over my soul. I invoked the.