But in all theversions these witches, each of whom was the spouse of a male mortal,became so sick of the world's rampant, institutionalized sexism tha...t theydecided to join forces and use spell casting powers something about it.It's actually really impressive how many details are packed into thelegend. According to the story, these witches considered many differentstrategies-- from shrinking all men down to 3 feet tall to swapping thegenders of every person in the world. That gives you some idea. He dropped to his knees in front of the chair. He pushed Nancy's legs apart holding her knees.He reached up and unbuttoned her cheerleading skirt in the back. Nancy lifted up. He pulled the zipper down. He slid the skirt under her and took it down.Mr. Milton reached up, took off her white vest. Nancy's tits sat atop the bra like two skinned cantaloupes. He threw the vest to the floor with the cum-drenched cheerleading skirt.Nancy sat plushly in the chair.Mr. Milton kissed along her thighs, his. I didn’t care because technically it could be denied. Anyways from their conversation I found out that she was their cousin sister and that in fact she was scared that the management would find out. The kids didn’t care because it was free games. I asked her not to worry and I will take care of it if there is a problem. She then relaxed and told me her name was Priya, I responded with a nod and with my name.Since it appeared to her that I was of the same age group, she asked me where I studied. He raised me reasonably well, with the exception of the ideas he put into my head about women. I didn’t get his charisma, so my misogynistic ideas didn’t pan out as well for me. I also had a tiny bit of empathy my father did not have. I still had my share of one-night stands and short relationships like my father did, but much fewer and farther between. Looking back, I always felt slightly guilty for the women I had used.When Doug passed away a couple of years back, I just quit cold turkey and.