I waited a cautious amount of time, then ducked into the stairwell myself. I heard soft sobbing, but could not immediately determine if it was coming...from above or below the floor I was on. I softly called out Lisa’s name. The sobbing stopped. There was a pause, and then, “Who’s there?” “I’m Mr. Apiary. Britt Apiary. I was the one you saw in the mirror. I came to see how you are doing.” The sobbing resumed. “How do you think I’m doing?” “Can I come up so we can talk about it?” The sobbing. The ratio of men to women was seven to one with females being the dominant number. There was one common denominator. Everyone was naked.My mind couldn’t get over the large number of people here. The Wiccan group was small and not universally recognized. I asked Alice. She smiled and said the rare blood moon and the eclipses plus the strong possibility of the appearance of the Goddess Diana had changed all that. All the Wiccan Priestesses had seen the signs and this was the designated place. So. I've had very big cocks inside me in the past, but Moss' was something else; without sounding too dramatic. His height was hindering him. He whispered to me. "I need to lift you." He put his hands around my waist as I lifted my rear towards him, standing on my tip toes. "Put that big cock inside me, Moss." I insisted to him. I felt his head pulse as I spoke and heard him growl deeply under his breath. He pulled me towards him and I felt the entirety of his huge manhood slip inside me, I groaned. I was quite slim and would easily fit into Janet’s clothes. As I went upstairs Mike shouted that he wanted me in knickers, stockings and bra. I opened her drawers ad found a pair of white silky boy shorts a matching bra and some white hold ups. She must have looked hot in them. I slipped on the ensemble and went downstairs. I was aware that my cock was responding to the sensual feel of the lingerie. Mike stood up and let out a low whistle. “ Dave you look hot and from the bulge in those panties.