The bus was the absolute pits but it was still a lot better than the inside of the prison.I looked out the dirty window at the dismal countryside and ...ondered why anyone would want to live in this country of thieves and prostitutes and lots of pricks like me just looking to make a fast buck the easy way and not break my back doing hard labor.A young housewife across from me was opening and closing her legs like a telegraph signal giving me little flashes of her pretty pink panties and her tan. When Lucas activated the ability, his vision changed, and Violette’s body changed too. Now, her entire body was slightly pink, and some areas were pinker than others. For example, on the side of her left breast, there was a darker pink spot, and when Lucas passed his hand, he received an immediate reaction from Violette.‘Are these sensitive areas?’There were some parts, however, that was a weaker pink than normal, and when Lucas passed his hand, Violette didn’t react much. Activating his second. “Mmmmmm! Oh, shit, but I’m not bad.”I slammed more meat into her and was back in her ear, as close as I could get.“Bullshit. I remember how you rode me the first time we fucked. I remember you swallowing that first load. Good girls don’t play that nice. Now talk to me, bad… little… bitch!”I fucked her, a dozen or more hard strokes until she was shaking on the bed. Then I pulled out, just to the tip of my head. I reached down and grabbed it, and teased her, rubbing the head from her ass to her. One of the things I had submitted to the Department of the Interior, had been the projected costs for the bridge. I received word very quickly indeed, that my petition had been approved. We now had more than enough money, even to fund bid number two.When the town heard about this, they went wild! There was an impromptu party, as most of the town's people drove or walked to my factory. They set up folding "card" tables in the parking lot, and a sort of picnic happened. The total spontaneity.