It was the night before his 25th birthday when his prayer finally got an answer. He had climbed into bed; half closed his eyes, and repeated the thoug...t that had become almost automatic with him. "Please God, let me wake up a girl..." He supposed he should say "woman" now, but it had become an ingrained habit, a mantra. Tonight, however, was to be the last night of this prayer; almost immediately, the room was filled with a shimmering light, which quickly grew in intensity. Everett opened his. Clearly, he had just got out of the shower. My mouth dropped open at the sight and I found myself getting a little turned on. ‘Uh… hi.’ I managed to say, unable to tear my eyes away from the droplets of water running seductively down his ripped chest. ‘Hey.’ His husky, deep voice sounded more seductive than ever. I managed to tear my eyes away, and look him in the eye. His hair was dripping wet, and he casually ran his fingers through it, brushing it away from his eyes. ‘Er, sorry, am I. I opened my front to expose my budding breasts, 'Suck my tits', I said, fully exposing two little mounds of flesh, with soft pink areola and firm nipples, hard from the cold, back then I never could discern whether the tit or just the nipple was the sensitive part.He stood back surveying me, naked from the waist up, my dress bunched-up exposing my long legs, as I held it high, waiting for him to enjoy my fruits, given so willingly and freely in my heat, he stepped into me and we kissed full on. She gave him a copy of the lists of the parcels she had put together.She personally made sure that each package was accounted for as it went in the vaults. The bales of lavender were stored in a separate secure area. However, she wanted the processed oil put in the vaults as a well, since they were worth a small fortune, being as concentrated as they were.The man gave her grief at every turn and Willow was getting very vexed. Mathew turned up with his agent and inquired, “Lady Willow would you.