" The woman seemed to say gleefully. "I hope you don't mind the little scare, Alexia," She said. How did this woman know her name? "Who are you?" She ...sked. "Ah, I am the one who has seen your displeasure with your life and brought you here to help you, I am the witch of this tower. The witch of lust to be precise, and I think that what you need is in fact some of my magic in your life." The woman said with a soft but kind and exiting tone.This seemed to excite Alexia to her surprise, was she. What an experience! How her life was changing! But was she losing control?Her two teens were eager to stick their dicks but she held out until the planned work was done. At least she was boss here. She also dictated who stuck it in when and what positions they used. When her pussy was awash with young sperm, insured by the two loads each of the hard young cocks had spurted, she took a shower and started supper. One thought that popped into her mind from time to time was, “How many housewives. At least I didn't mess up my pants this time.I couldn't help it. She was leaning over a bit, watching me shoot off, oohing and ahhing about how much and how far, so I bent over and stuck my finger in her bra to pull it out to see the rest of her tits. She let go of me, slapped my hand and said, "What kind of a girl do you think I am?"She got up and stalked off, real mad. I shook off my prick and put it away. I was going to have to figure out this playing around stuff. How come it was OK for her. A man came around the corner of the house, a big man with blond hair pulled back in a ponytail. He wasn’t as tall as Deadman, but he had large shoulders and a protruberant nose and jaw, and his voice was loud and pugnacious. “You ain’t gonna do the same to me, asshole! Stand right there and get your ugly face kicked in!” “I’d advise you to move to one side,” Deadman said to me. To the newcomer he said, “You certain about that, Aitch? Are you that damn good?” “Damn straight I am,” the blond man.