“Surrender, meet me in single combat, or die,” I shouted. He chose single combat and sent a messenger out to see what weapons we would use. I told... the messenger hands, knives, swords, or staffs would be fine, and then told him that, once he delivered my message, we would provide a demonstration of what would happen if they tried to cheat or escape. I gave the messenger a minute to deliver my words. When Theodemund looked in my direction questioningly, I pointed with my sword at the low hills to. I stare at myself in the mirror for a moment, stunned. This is an insane dream, and the knowledge it is a dream hasn’t propelled me to wake up, the way it usually does. I’m in an 20 year old girl’s body – an attractive body, too, I note – and I turn myself this way and that, noticing how it feels to move in this new, yet somehow familiar, body. It is August 15, 1975. Saint John’s bazaar starts this afternoon. My junior year in college will begin in a few weeks, and I’ll need to go shopping for. After a couple of minutes, Manny was rock solid and grabbed a rubber for Luz to mount with her mouth and he switched ends. Once he plugged in, the difference between Luz and Darla was obvious; Luz tended NOT to be quiet when she got into things. "Oh, Baby, suck my boob! Suck my milk! That feels so hot! Fuck me, Manny! Fuck me!" she howled. My cock got like iron -- but it was suddenly enveloped in wet heat; Darla was carefully posting on it, bareback. Apparently, the women were of one mind about. She turned around to say goodbye and I kissed her again. This time more passionately. ‘Why are you doing this?’ she asked. ‘You have put a spell on me and I want to be with you,’ I replied. ‘I most certainly did not. Remember, I’m a witch and you’re a mortal. It’s like mixing oil and water.’ She almost looked sad as she drove away. I couldn’t get her out of my mind. Yes, she was a bit quirky but I have never met anyone like her. I was completely infatuated with her. If there really was ‘love at.