"Well anyway son, I mean I guess I can't call you that dressed like youare." *hehehe*" mom giggles at me again. "Are you wearing pretty pantiesto? Mom...starts to lift the end of my dress up to look underneath it.I move away from her. "Momma, I'm not a baby don't lift my dress. Someonemight see you." I realize I just called this my dress, which makes meseem so much more girly."Sorry I didn't mean to touch YOUR pretty dress Kellie." I look down asshe says my dress a little louder. "I did come to. He caught himself midair and lightly landed on a branch about head height to me."There ya go, buddy. Now you can enjoy a bit of fairy power. When you will it, folks will be a lot more agreeable. It won't make them mindless slaves, but will make them more willing to do things they already would be willing to do, even if that willingness is buried deep. Afterwards, they'll just have warm and fuzzy memories of anything even happening, as if a half remembered dream." Rubbing my hand, I asked,. Unke bhuche bahut bade hain 42 ke r rang bhi gora hain r gaand bhi bahut badi h,main sex k baare me sab kuch jaanta tha lekin kabhi sex kiya nahi tha ,maine kabhi aunty ko sex ki nazron se nahi dekha main r mera dost hamesha sath hi khelte the wo bilkul mere bagal me rehta tha main aksar uske ghar aata jaata tha bachpan se humari chat bhi ek dusre se mili hui thi,Jab hum bade hue 12th k baad engg. Karne lage mera admission yahi greater noida k college me ho gaya lekin honey ko lukhnow me mila. “Mark, I only met him once and we only talked for a few minutes.” Well, unless you counted the later conversation where he talked me out of my clothes. I couldn’t make myself feel guilty and it was a secret that was going with me to my grave. I’d even dreamed about him a few times, vauge erotic images that seemed to flow without rhyme or reason. I invariably woke up to wet panties.“I don’t care. Stay away. I don’t like his vibe.”“His vibe? The man is half a football field away and you can feel.