All the grown ups spoke of how they all were wretched old hags that tricked women with the lore of love-potions, cursed men with boils and even k**nap...ed young c***dren to either eat them or force them to be like them. And just like everyone else the young man never questioned this, witches was horrid evil hags and that was that. He was a tall and unnaturally skinny man, to the point that he had been picked on by the boys and shunned by the girls all his life so it was natural for him to take. " Alistair said in a whisper.I then had an idea, I got Alistair to hold my legs and I removed the bindings we had put on the man's arms. I walked back to where we had surprised him and found the horn I remembered seeing. I took the horn and blew a long note, then threw the horn on the ground where it could be seen with the man's sword."Let's hide back in but in a position to see the pathway," I said to Alistair taking my Gilly suit off my pack and putting it on then within minutes we were. "Anne followed him to his apartment thinking she was getting into something she would later regret, but her primal urges led her on. Once inside he surprised her by turning to her and kissing her. His lips were soft and his breath screamed sexuality to her. She let him lead her to the couch, pressing his strong body against her. His hands ran across her tits, quickly undoing her top, tossing it aside. His hot, wet mouth took in her right nipple and Anne was awash in desire. She allowed him to. We continued to masterbate together over the following weeks, but not as much as either of us would have liked. Our sessions had actually been pretty uneventful. Although fun, we really didn't try anything new. Mostly we would jerk each other off while watching porn. He called me one day and said he was going to have the house to himself one Friday night and told me I should come over and hang out. I agreed and told him I would be over around eight o'clock. When I arrived I was a bit dismayed.