Poised for action, she let go of his shaft and raised her hips to meet his initial thrust of penetration. They both gasped and sighed with delight and...Carl, holding onto her fleshy hips, began his rhythmic march up and down her tight but seeping tunnel.“Oh yes, oh yes,” she cried, meeting each plunge with a bucking and grinding of her groin. She rolled her head, squeezed her eyes tightly closed as her juices flowed from an abrupt but rewarding first orgasm.Under the fierce sun, sweat rolled. To get rid of her bother's evil influence, at least for an hour or so. She smiled at Perry in a way that surprised him. He wasn't used to getting smiles like that. She felt a mild affection for him, but at the same time a certain contempt. He was so... flaccid. Not his prick especially, but his... soul."If you let me tie you up first," she said, letting the tip of her tongue glide over her upper lip in a suggestive way."Tie me up?" He looked puzzled but smiled through it. Abby could tell he. She asked the bartender what the fastest way to get to the emerald islands were. The bartender brought her to a place called an "airport" telling her this way she the young nymph could get to her destination in hours rather than months. The young nymph thanked her by show her true form and flying up her skirt, bathing in her wetness till she heard the woman scream in pleasure.Now covered in wetness she rode to the emerald islands in the belly of a great metal bird having "charmed" and blown her. "Oh my God Brandon," Beth was saying, sounding almost hysterical, "Your folks are going to KILL me." Looking back at Beth, Brandon was startled to realize that he was now taller than she was. And more than that, she still seemed to be shrinking, while he still seemed to be growing. But more than that, when Brandon looked at her he could almost swear that he was looking at a little boy. She looked almost like a little boy, even having a boy's haircut. Just like his. Then it dawned on him.