Firstly, there was no way that my hair could have grown as much as she said in the three months we had been parted and secondly, why hadn't I needed a...shave?"It's that damned story! It must be!" I exclaimed and ran up the stairs to the bathroom.Looking in the mirror, there were subtle changes that seemed to have taken place. There were no whiskers and my hair seemed much longer, lustrous and silky than it usually did. My face seemed the same, but then it didn't at the same time."Same but. I sat down slowly, staring at Manny, feeling pain in my groin as he pushed a few inches into my slobbery twat.Manny moaned, tilted his head back and pushed his hips up against me as he held onto my hips and pulled me closer. "Ahhhh!!" I moaned. It hurt like hell at first, but then felt incredible. "Fuck, Avery, your pussy is so tight. It's never felt this good before. How fucking wet do you get?" I couldn't answer him, I was too mesmorized with how his fat cock felt deep inside my. He made his shop the best sandwich shop anyone could dream of. Brick floor, oak counters and tables, brass trim, with Sinatra playing. Roast beef, pastrami, and dozens more, all on fresh baked bread with about a half million different toppings – served with thick cut fries. No hard liquor, but you could get a damn good beer.Eating there was an experience. A little pricier than Subway, but it was a destination for a real meal rather than a quick stop. Eugene really had a thing about. I know it's a horrible thing to say that I was enjoying it, when my best friend was getting really badly hurt and her face marked for life, but it's true. I want to see more fights now - lots more fights! Jules is going to take me to a boxing tournament next week - only men, though. I think I'd sooner watch women fighting - especially you! I suppose you're feeling the effects today! You're certainly showing them! I bet you're sore all over! You don't have quite such big tits as me, but I bet it.