"Will Bach go? Will Milton go? Will Shakespeare go?" the man continued to harass David with an endless stream of questions. "Will Dante go or has he b...en already? Will Homer go? Will Yeats go?"David slowly backed away from the man, suddenly feeling very weak and vulnerable in this strange woman's body. A wave of queasiness swept through him and he found he was genuinely frightened for his safety."Look ... I really don't know," David began in his soft contralto voice.The man continued to slowly. Widening her lips, I slowly started to ease into her wet pussy. She gasped and threw her head back, she wimpered slightly, as I kept sliding in, letting her stretch for my throbbing cock. She nodded, beggin for more, and I began thrusting in and out. Her hot juices all over my cock felt amazing as I quickened my pace. Only to slow down again to keep sucking on her breasts. She became more and more vocal with every thrust and lash of my tongue on her nipples. She grabbed my ass and pulled me. " He laughed."And my name is Sandy. Or Lycanthia if you prefer." I like both," he said. " Tonight I'll call you Sandy. Sandy, the sexy witch! "He was dressed as the grim reaper, he had on his ritual robe, he had asked Rex if it was ok to wear as part of his costume and Rex gave him the ok. His face was ghostly white with make up and he had painted black circles around his eyes and was carrying a sickle."I like your costume," she told him."Thanks, and I love yours. Very sexy." He smiled. She. The three of us stood at the front of the room and accepted the congratulations from the team and coaches. While Pick might have been a little put out about the team going against his wishes, I knew he was quite happy about the unity he saw during the discussion. That was, ultimately, more important than the names of the captains.On the day before classes were to start, we had a grueling day of practice. Our first game of the season was against Florida State, and we worked hard to prepare. We.