The girl obediently took it, smiling as they both uncorked the stoppers and downed the contents at the same time.Drusilla couldn't help but grin with ...satisfaction as she felt the change again and watched it happen to Ethel. The other girl's body seemed to fade slightly, its proportions visibly altering even as Drusilla's own tingled with the now familiar sensation.A moment later, and Ethel had appeared to have switched places, and where Drusilla would have been now stood a rather smug looking. . , well who cares.So, hubby wants a slut and I've tried. Even went out to dinner with friends once and he talked me into leaving my panties home. The whole evening, I sat there thinking of nothing else but my pussy being bare naked under my dress. Oh, Roy loved it; he made sure we walked behind our friends so he could reach up under my skirt and cop a feel. Typical, huh?Now, I'll be honest. I do get sexed-up when I do these things. And, yes, our sex is terrific when I'm extra aroused from. Lucinda Wyatt went down on her knees and reached inside the fly of her son's pajama bottoms. Barry's stiff prick emerged gripped in his mother's hand. She got her first close up look at her son's adult prick. It looked so pretty. She just had to kiss it and suck it."Whoa, Mom," said Barry who divined her intentions. "Are you sure you want to do this?"In answer to Barry's question Lucy crawled between her son's sprawled legs and engulfed his prick inside her gaping mouth. Barry gasped as he felt. Lyriope was somewhere in between.We had had our share of men interested in us and, while theirapproaches were often tempting, the lure of the coven was greater. Itdid not encourage liaisons.However, our good looks were not entirely due to having the rightparents. The Martha I mentioned had given a special book to the coven.It was an old spell book, with a number of incantations that healedwounds, removed warts, fixed squints, or club feet and so on, but oneof its spells was quite different. Any.