It bothered me because I had been sort of thin on beaus lately and my only date was with B.O.B., my Battery Operated Boyfriend.She worked for a Glitzy...Woman's magazine that had suddenly changed into more of a gossip sheet rather than a fashion statement. The main entrance was all glass and tile and the females who clicked by on six-inch heels were attired in cutting edge finery that was just short of downright scandalous.I followed two teenaged girls up in the elevator who didn't look like they. I got cramps in my tongue but didn’t stop and I tasted the darkest depths of her virgin love hole. She soon came into my mouth. I then got up as I did not want to cum in her mouth. I wore a condom and asked her if she was ready and she said she got ready in the movie hall itself. This turned me on even more and I got on top of her and we started doing it in missionary position. She was very tight it took me a couple of minutes and some really hard pushes to enter into her completely. She. After a couple of months, between the climbing and walking and swimming, I was in better shape than I'd ever been in my life. I was growing tanned and lean and strong. I felt good - better than I'd ever felt. And the fruit on the trees stayed ripe and ready to eat. After a while, I stopped thinking about it. ---I guess I had been on the island for three or four months when I finally opened the jar. I knew I would, sooner or later - and whatever weirdness was wrapped around this place, it didn't. I didn't go for the G-rated ones where it's really artful and psychological, though. I liked the ones where a guy gets turned into a girl and goes on a fuck-rampage. No sex-change operations either, I liked it when the girl they turned into was perfect, with gigantic tits, and that could never happen in real life. It had to be some kind of fantasy world.It didn't take me too long to find what I was looking for, in a story about a guy whose girlfriend, who happens to be a witch, magically turns.