" We both took a good draw on the porters. Mike smiled, which was good to see; he was slowly recovering from the loss of his wife of thirty years - ... stroke took her last year. I was in the same boat, but mine died in a car accident five years ago. Mike said, "Hey, did you see that blonde walking down the street when we got here? Holy shit, man..."."Yeah, she lives around the corner, and you should see the dipshit husband she has. Go figure. He must be good in bed or something, he sure. And that could only happen in the farmhouse itself. So the next Saturday, Kerri returned to the farmhouse after all the workers had gone home. Though they had power in the house, Kerri felt candlelight would be more conducive for Annabelle to appear. She brought a few lanterns over and lit them. She used a pile of drop cloths as a cushion and carried over her sleeping bag and pillow. She settled in and waited to see what would happen.It wasn't long before she felt a presence in the room."It's. You bastards have really messed up my day!" Sorry about that! Have a nice day." We left, headed for the plant manager's office.We counted off three doors down the corridor and found this one open. We went in and I walked up to a desk blocking a door behind it. A female devil was sitting behind the desk; she was almost wearing a very revealing outfit. Her breasts were enormous and I wondered if they were artificially enhanced. She was wearing a halter which was made of transparent material,. "She felt of her penis and balls as she looked at her reflection in themirror. "I remember when I was a little girl, I would wonder what itwould be like to be a boy. So far, I like it!" She turned to me andasked, "Tell me, Steve, how do you like being a girl? Did you like whatI did to you? I think we can have a lot of fun while we carry out thisexperiment in role reversal. Don't forget, you agreed to stay this wayuntil tomorrow."I spoke, in my soft, feminine voice, "I never intended for the.