Willing hands pulled her robe over her head.“Its not,” she protested, but a burly yokel was now caressing her tits. “Its not her!” I explained...only to be pushed towards the door.“I said shut it now shut it!” he ordered.“No I don’t have a splinter!” she explained. Poor girl. The drunken doctor misunderstood and was now dropping his pants.“Oh for pity’s sake,” she wailed, but the doctors pudgy cock was already pressing into her.His cock was suffering from brewers affliction and bent as he tried. "Yes, for a while, after all, you haven't eaten in over three days. You'll get a different diet in a few days or so," she informed me.Day 6, morningThat day and the next were a drag. I slept a lot and was allowed no visitors. Finally on the third day, I started to get a better variety of food. I also got a visitor — it was the sheriff. He wasn't in a good mood. He started with, "I have been waiting for six days to get to talk to you, Dave. I don't want any bullshit. I want to know what happened. ‘What are you doing in my house?’ the woman asked, staggering towards me. She slurred her words as she spoke. ‘And who are you to call me a witch? You don’t know me. You don’t know what I’ve been through.’ ‘If you are a witch,’ I said, ‘this will show us.’ And I cast the redemption spell. The hag shrank with a squeal that turned into a squeak. It had worked. My spell had turned her into a fairy. Luanna was amazed and pulled at my hand. ‘Who are you?’ she asked. ‘I’m Matilda,’ I replied. ‘You. ’ I think how nice, I’m cruising through a very nice age. ‘Five years difference is acceptable.’ ‘Mom!’ shouts Paige, her tone now bordering hysteria. ‘Come on, Arnie,’ she says, dragging me by the arm. ‘It’s time for me to get you your dinner.’ ‘Goodbye, Mrs Mikklesen, David,’ I wave. ‘Come and have another beer with me if she bores the pants off you,’ snickers David. ‘Dad!’ snarls Paige, pulling me through the door at almost a gallop. THREE ‘Well, you’ve met the parents,’ sighs Paige as if.