Well, for his sake I hope you already killed him.Stunned, the witch lifts up her hand to view the object now in it.Leave it to you to manage to grab h...m by the dick.“Lucky, I guess,” she says, smiling.I’m not sure I like where this is going.“I do,” she says, stuffing the stone cock in her bag. “It will make a nice souvenir.”In what capacity? Never mind. Just promise... “Hello, I was wondering about the castle,” a sweet sounding voice breaks in. “Might I inquire what you intend to do with it now. I felt their hand slowly move up the my balls and then one touched my cock causing it to come to full attention. My eyes closed and I heard one of them say that I felt good and must like it.There was no argument there! I did like it and quickly I was rubbing them too. I could feel Paul's skin since it was already hanging out but Peter's I had to reach under his shorts. The both were fully erect now and I would guess to be about 8-9 inches and not too thick. A perfect fit for my hands! They both. So, focus on making a good damn story first.’ And as much as I try to ignore it, it’s basically guided my hand into writing out this admittedly ad-libbed introduction in order to get some general housekeeping out of the way. If you wanna skip this and go right into the story, be my guest, but I believe that expanding the bigger picture around the story will make the reading experience a little more enjoyable and even if you skip this, I heavily recommend you at least read the roadmap so that. When we walked up there was no one to be seen. As I was walking past the RV I heard voices and low laughs then I heard a woman moaning. I looked at Dude (my friend) and said, "What do ya think? Sounds like that woman in there is fer sure getting fucked. Just listen to her. Those moans and the whining sure sound like Jean to me." Man if that's Jean it's already too late and I'm not sure we can even take on the four of them if they're all in there. If they have friends there too we're fucked for.