I wish I'd known girls like that back in catholic school. Woof.So yeah, long story short, these guys had no chance of winning. Whichwas good, because ...t meant that they were soon going to be losing theirclothes, but more than a little problematic in that neither of themwere anywhere near Sam's size. What could I do? Even if I used the boxto adjust their height and stuff, their clothes would still stay thesame.It was funny, the girls were probably closer to Sam's size than theywere.I grinned at. Sharka said that the Dracosa, the species Rayven was, had pretty much done the same thing on their side.They eventually reached Sharka’s place, which looked just like a normal house. She obviously lived alone, but there were numerous pictures of her and Solara on the walls, which prompted Annabelle to ask about their relationship.Solara explained, “We have been friends since high school and then after both of our mates died in a tunnel collapse. We became closer friends while we were grieving. By this time it was already past 8pm, but it was only a fifteen minute walk to the bar. As I walked I reveled in the amazing feeling of the light and puffy petticoat making the skirt of my dress swoosh around, the click of my heels on the sidewalk, the constant feeling of being hugged by my lingerie. I hadn’t felt this good in ages and wondered why women chose to give up these amazing things to slob around in jeans.Almost too quickly I arrived at the bar, it was already hopping busy. Inside,. I had no choice but to kneel down and begin licking and sucking on that wrinkled up pussy. I licked and sucked, and licked on her pussy for what seemed like hours. My ministrations caused me to grow steadily harder, as my cock hardened once again. Feeling her grab my head and forces me down harder into her vile smelling cooch, I realize that she is about to cum. She lays her head back and lets out a long guttural scream, as I had indeed made the witch cum. She smiles at me and the witch's teeth.