I guess everyone woke up after she screeched like that, but the British woman with frizzy brown hair with bits of bright pink, teal, and purple swirled in comes stomping down the stairs and stands me up in front of her to get a good look at me, rather forcefully. "I'm Harriet. Nice to meet ya!" She shakes my hand and whips me around, spinning me, measuring me, pulling out tuffs of my hair, and she even takes a few toenail clippings. But once the spinning slows down, I notice she hasn't even touched me, standing three feet away from me waving a small stick around. "How are you doing that?"
She cackles and releases me from whatever spell she had on me, sitting me back in my chair. "Why I am a full blown, bonafide, 100 percent witch!" As she says witch, small sparks jump out of the tip of her wand a little too close to my face for comfort. She sits down on the couch next to me and starts crawling up and up until she is hanging upside down of the arm facing me, all while never ceasing talking. "And you are for sure the biggest werewolf I have ever seen. Handsomest too. Though you are the only one I have ever seen. Came here four years ago myself. Supposed to go to a psych ward for the old schizophrenia but they dropped me off here instead. Good thing too, eh? Not a nutter turns out, just a witch bursting with magic potential." She smiles at me upside down, her breasts almost falling out of her nightgown. She's got a really nice rack but maybe a little much crazy for my tastes. "And what about you, eh? Feeling any sudden bursts of energy?"
"Kind of. When I woke up... Hey!" A small tingle in my groin makes me jump up in my chair. I feel myself start to grow semi hard but I didn't do anything. But something tells me the witch with a mischievous grin on her face did.
She flicks her wand again and the button on my jeans pops off. My dick is pressing against the already tight zipper and it's getting uncomfortable. She licks her lips hungrily as watches me starts to struggle. This witch is really crazy to do this right here out in the open. "Come on, Mr. Werewolf. Wanna have a little fun with magic?" She flicks her wand again and my zipper comes down, letting my naked dick to flop out of my jeans as it continues to rise up. The witch looks very impressed "No underwear, Mr. Wolf?"
I'm trying to cover myself with my hands but touching it only making it worse. "The name is Joe. And no, the wolf before me didn't leave any big enough."
"Well that's too bad." Yeah right. "So what are we going to do to take care of this wild situation, Joe?" She flips over on the couch to better eye me and my manhood.
It's getting really hard to hold on at this point. My penis is huge and thick and throbbing and heavy and... fuck! I have to take care of this now! But should I take Harriet the witch up to my room with me? She seems like a rough and wild time but do I need that kind of crazy?