They were still quite shapely, but obviously very heavy, her nipples pointing downwards a little. I could see her looking at my reflection, a naughty ...mile on her lips. She turned round and leaned against the sink, her eyes lingering on my still hard cock. I think she was debating whether to come and join me, then she pulled her thong down, stepped out of it and was on her way towards me just as the doorbell rang.‘Damn’ she muttered, picked up a bath towel, wrapped it around her and disappeared. ”“Yes, and it was easy to convince them they were a demolition crew hired to bring down some condemned buildings. I think that was the first real use of the R-forty-three-X you developed.”“You’re right, it was the first real use. Everything before that was simply a ‘bark like a dog’ type of thing.”“Yes, but those early pranks were a lot of fun.”“They were for us, though I doubt our victims thought so. So, how do we handle Constance?”“I was thinking about an auto accident?”“I don’t know, Sis. We. I'm dressed and made up to his satisfaction. He pushes me against the wall by my throat just inside the front door. I stand on my tiptoes as he tweaks my nipples hard, half kisses, half bites my lips. I tremble from head to foot, aroused beyond belief. He walks upstairs to the shower room, remembering where it is from his first visit. I follow silently. I kneel on the bathroom floor, so lost in the moment that I don't even notice the cold hard ceramic tiles that I'm kneeling on. I watch as he. . hold on ma’am.”“But, first I believe we need a change of scenery to make that hiney good and bright, like it could light up the night.”The assembled pirates, wenches and swashbucklers were unnecessarily rough because the pirates were aware Hermione wasn’t all sugar and spice and everything nice as the civilized world saw her. It must have been that last dose of Emma Ale, a butter beer that put her “Pirates Of The Caribbean’ boat ride experience into full motion.Hermione’s skin was soft as.