‘What the hell are you thinking, Laura?’ she asked herself. It all came back to every single one of her thoughts while getting ready. She was anti...ipating something to happen later that evening and sub-consciously she was preparing herself for that. Turing back to the bed, she shook all of the contents of the bag unto the bed. Ten minutes later she was satisfied with the contents of the bag. She was at peace with her thoughts and expectations for the night. If anything sexual was on the charts. "The man obeyed fearfully. Would it work? He felt a tingle. The beautiful woman next to him face grew older, ugly--her long, golden hair shrunk and turned dirty gray. He felt his hump disappearing and breasts grew and his body hair fell out. His master came over and touched both their heads and suddenly he felt alien memories invading his mind. He also felt many memories fade--some of his early, miserable childhood of being teased and tormented left, replaced by Meg Ryan's memories. Soon the. This place only had 6 rows of seats, about ten in each row. The back wall was open and accessible of course. I settled in a middle row, middle seat and waited for the after dinner/late comments crowd. Two other horny old men came in separately, and sat away from me. Not much happened for the next hour. I had no place to go, and wife thought I was eating, so I had two more hours of playtime.A younger guy came through the curtained doorway and headed to the last row. He settled down and fiddled. It's been a long time since I've had a really frank discussion with you about the things you're thinking about. Deep down inside, I suppose I still think of you as my little boy." "That's okay," Henry shrugged. "Henry, let me ask you a personal question: Do you think a lot about sex these days?" Margaret shifted sideways on the bed, her tits jiggling under the negligee, staring at at him. Henry blushed and looked away. "Well, yeah. I guess I do." "I'm sure it's.