“Mmm very refreshing” she said finishing off her glass, “Really gives me the tingles”She stood there looking down on my like she was trying to...figure out how to solve the problem and I could see her face seemed to light up as the juice started to take it effect and her nipples were starting to poke through her thin flimsy top, “Maybe we should get the shorts off sir so I can get a better look” she said softly crouching down and reaching forward to gently pull my shorts over my raging boner,. "Well, all but this last ingredient. Even with the increases you have done, I don't have quite enough for that."I tried to look at the page though moving was not a good thing at the moment. Finally a few moments later I saw what she'd been talking about. I tried to nod, what she had indicated even I had a problem with. It was exclusive to the magic dimension so I'd have to do this carefully. Ugh! I fell back breathing hard; well as soon as I felt a hell of a lot better.It was perhaps two or. Her anger began to grow, this was a test of wills now andaunt Madge wasn't about to lose an argument to a houseguest in her ownhome. "Either tuck that shirt in properly or you'll spend the rest of theday in a lace trimmed white nylon camisole. You do know what a camisoleis don't you Timmy? Hummm?" she then smiled as Timmy gave in and pulledhis t-shirt down and tucked it into the top of his jeans. She was aboutto finish but decided on one more thing. "Get those tennis shoes off,your socks. Sonal: Yep, around there somewhere.Me: Nothing is swollen. Do you want me to give you a quick massage?Sonal: Hmm, yes, that’ll be nice.Me: And then a happy ending?Sonal laughed and shrugged. She lay on the bed, tummy down.Me: We need some oil for the massage. I will be back in a jiffy.Sonal: Don’t take too long.Me: God knows I don’t want to leave you for a minute babe. But fate has different plans.Sonal: That sounds very very cliched.Me: It’s from the heart.I took the spare room card from the.