"The Wicked Witch of the West!" yelled one woman. Dorothy could see a witch's legs sticking out from under the house. "She'll KILL you, once she gets ...ut of there!" The Shoes of Passion!" cried the little man, pointing to the bright, sparkling red shoes upon the witch's feet. "They're magical and should help you on your way. But beware--they cast a terrible spell upon any who wears them! No man can she resist she who wears those shoes!" Dorothy laughed, caring not for men at all. "It'll be. They must have thought I really had an accident the previous day.I could see the excitement in their faces as I approached them with water in hand. But it quickly turned to disappointment as the dhoti doesn’t fall off. The two girls see each other and don’t know what to do. I hand the first one some water. In my own mind, I am just killing myself now for not having repeated the act, because while I want them to think it is genuine, I don’t want to loose this opportunity at any cost.Their eyes. Out cold.The Doc was shaking his thoughts not making sense."What to do now, better get some clothes, passport and..."Then he gave a shriek of realisation. In his hurry to get the Tazer he forgot what lay next to it looking up with dead eyes."Hello doc." Said the white mask. "Time to put me on don't you think."Jennifer was now moaning like a whore the fat dildo slurping in and out of her excited shaft. The doc had been right. At this heightened stage of excitment her body groaned in pleasure as. I was just happy I made it to my bed without causing a ruckus in the house...and I guess I had a wet dream - although I don't remember what it was... I quickly showered and dressed, because I know I was waking up late, and my step-mom would have the dinner ready around 2:00, as was her routine for Thanksgiving for as long as I could remember. I came down about 1:30, saw that my older brother and his wife were here, along with my sister and parents... As dinner was getting set out, I got razzed.