Feeling Randy

“I can’t use a spell on Samantha. I’m no match for the me I was before being exposed to Mortals for so long!” Sam said. “Besides, she’s not the problem: It’s that Golden Apple of Discord!

“Incu bussuc cubus, turn discord into accord! Reveal the Power of Love!”

The golden energy exploded in fireworks! And the barriers of time shattered!!

Amateur radio astronomer Randy Alan regained self-awareness, even though he seemed to be in the body of the Darrin screwing Sam (Samantha?) in an evening gown as she lay on top of the dining table! She was quite tight, so it must have been shortly after their honeymoon. Or, it could just be that the witch always kept her pussy tight. But it felt great! It had been nearly a year since he himself had last had sex with a woman.