Me. I. You know that this is my story. I’m telling it. So, do you want me to continue or not?”Of course they did.The pictures were of a fairly goo... quality, of a talented amateur kind. Vistas of the town, landscapes, the stuff that was, or had been, sold to tourists. Something seemed right. Something seemed wrong.“Come in,” a female voice said, “here is another room where you can see more of my stuff.”The voice had come from behind the coats. There was a narrow passage, its walls as roughly. “You’ll have to take off your dress,” I said.“All of it?” she asked, her eyes going round.“Well, I guess you could just undo it, and let it fall around your hips,” I said.“No, I’ll take it off,” she said, blushing. “I wasn’t planning on this part, though.”She stood up, turned around to face away from me, and took her dress off. She was wearing a basic pair of matching white panties and bra ... nothing sexy ... but of a modern design. She had a classical hour glass figure, with wide shoulders,. I look up and see one of the other girls that where there watching us. She has her hand in her shorts playing with her pussy too. Just then her man comes up behind her and grabs her he put his hand over her mouth to keep her quiet as he replaces her hand with his. I pick up the pace as my cock rams in and out of you my balls slap against your ass I drop my head and suck on your nipples.The next time I look up my friend has his girl naked and on her knees sucking his hard cock. I look at you and. If we'd known you'd come, we'd have helped. At least we'd have warned you." Oh? Who's we?" I squished back into the soft couch and curled up my legs. She turned to me. Her breasts seemed very close."We witches. For Tyballa, I know who you are, and the Summer Queen is well known to us. We bear her little love. You will find friends among us, dear."She put her arm around me. I pushed down my skirt and rested my hands on my knees. I wanted to trust her. I wanted to more than trust her, but I knew.