Not a big deal, I thought. There was a small lake less than a kilometer distance up north. My mind was working with some naughty ideas about walking n...aked up to the lake and have some naked swimming. I was already late in closing the shack and it was just a few minutes after eleven-thirty pm. I presumed that almost everyone may have already gone out of the park and there was a very rare possibility of someone around there. It was a wonderful clear sky with a warm breeze coming over the small. She must stoop to enter the chamber within, the front wall of which issmooth stone and the others of which are paneled in the same rough planksas form the door that are braced by darker timbers that run verticallydown the walls in the corners and horizontally across the walls at mid-height. The floor is also smooth stone. The chamber is furnished withtables in the shape of large mushrooms and stumps and lanterns hang uponthe walls. Three rectangles, side by side, in the ceiling. He wasn’t much picky on men, but he gave preference to the ones that he seemed to behave like sluts. And surely Jean Paul had the skills to be a ‘boy slut’, a man who craved for fuck, no matter who and what.But their partners did want to be again part of the game and Darko went to fuck Theodora. He couldn’t believe on how she moaned when he inserted the first inches of his cock inside her pussy, almost like if her cunt surrendered to him. Jean Paul, with his ass sore, decided to have his. Out of the three, she was the one who felt guilty about what they where doing. Samantha was only 6 months older and was a fem-trad witch, which meant that all the women in her family had practiced the craft, as far back as anyone knew. She had brown hair in a chic pixie cut and styled herself after Audrey Hepburn, simple, elegant and classic. Although she often wore dark colors and other neutrals, she really didn’t resemble anybody’s idea of a stereotypical witch. Very people even knew..