Sex With Animals

She had cats she had a top-floor flat in the south of London where there are breathable spaces. The cats claimed their own spaces and guarded every inch of them. She was a practicing witch she had all the gear, conical hat, wand, black eye-paint but was still practicing, spiritually inclined but not too smart. Candles and incense littered the edge of the bed I checked for pentagrams and was relieved to find none. Despite all these eccentric foibles a young man can overlook them all if need insists. She was a real beauty. I more or less jumped onto her willing nakedness. I thought the scratches I felt on my back were from her own purple fingernails, but no, I was being attacked by angry hissing cats. Thus to this very day I cannot morally endorse any sex with animals.