Without movingher head she glanced in the direction of the window, where a small greymouse was sitting on the sill. He jumped to the floor and ran to ...yfeet. I have to admit that I am normally afraid of mice, but this onedid not scare me in the least. I picked him up, and he ran up my arm tomy shoulder, and then onto my neck. It tickled. I reached to pull himdown, when in a voice that sounded exactly like my mother's, itwhispered something in my ear. Then my mother was pulled into theshadows,. She asked me what I wanted from her and I told her she cant be that dumb as I pushed against the car and started kissing her hard. I managed to hold both her wrists in one hand as I held her body against her car with mine, I brought my other hand around and started fondling her breasts. They were rising and falling quickly. As I kept kissing her I slipped my hand under her top and was surprised to find she wasnt wearing a bra. I took my hand from under her top and opened the back door to her. She's clean shaven with just a bit of pubic hair on her pelvis. I'm not letting her go and just ask her to play along. I'm moving aside my empty cup and newspaper, push back my chair a bit and set her ass on the table before me. I ask her to lay down, her eyes shut at all times and just observe. She scoops up a bit so she can rest her feet on the table. AHHH, what a site AND SMELL -- the glory of her pussy. I pull out the two feathers I found (AND SAVED) and start touching her legs -- down from. They deserve to suffer. They deserve to die. They should burn in hell for eternity. For all the ill and wrong they have done to us. They were witches!I was not alone watching these executions. There were many other people. They all felt the same as I did. Now I wonder if the witches had gone though the same ordeal as I have ... I am the witch now. It is me who will be burnt to death. I am afraid. I am terrified. It is a slow and horrible death, to die by fire ... I remember the pain as glowing.