Tessa kicked off her shoes, ran tothe lake and plunged under the clear water in a deep,long dive. I took more time. First spreading theblanket and the... sitting to remove my sneakers. Iadjusted my bathing suit for comfort. Tessa wore herone piece racing suit. I had on a brown bikini withsmall pink polka dots and a small bow at the waistband.After swimming for a while, we took turns on the ropeswing. We both loved the giddy rush of the high releasepoint and the long fall. Compared to my. It was a bittersweet moment, an odd mixture of regret and anticipation. She was leaving him behind to begin a new adventure. She kissed him goodbye.“I’m going to miss you,” Stephen said.“I’m going to miss you,” Mel said.“I think you’ll like the program at UCLA,” Stephen said.“I think you’ll enjoy law school and work,” Mel said.She knew that she was trying to draw out this parting as long as possible. Now that the time to leave had come, she didn’t want to go. She was going to have to leave soon. " Exactly. We don't know for sure that this 'X' *will* try to kill them,but we daren't take any chances. If that is his intent then the receptionis an obvious time to make an attempt. Which is where you come in...."...and that's how I come to find myself in a ladies powder room in theWhite House, staring at my reflection. True to his word, Hoover hadpersonally overseen every detail of my 'transformation'. This had takenplace after normal office hours, in a room in FBI headquarters in which. Especially with my cum running out of her pussy and matting down the hairs of her bush. My dick still dripped with her pussy juices. Thanks to my new mind control powers, gifted to me by Ginger, he said for one week I had mind control powers, I had turned Mrs. Goodall and Mrs. Stead into sluts.Mrs. Stead was a hottie. Blonde and with round breasts, she had an ass just begging to be smacked and then ridden hard. She was getting spit-roasted by her sons Paul, and Peter. They both groaned, busting.