Photographers — both the official wedding photographers Jake had hired, and the inevitable newsprint, media hounds, and television photographers —...formed a cluster near the front of the building. Two news vans, their aerials extended into the sky, were parked near the rear of the lot. Curious bystanders were perhaps the most numerous of the humans in view, although they were all being kept behind a security tape that was guarded by uniformed Heritage police officers (Jake had hired them as. "Happy?" I asked."Yessss," she hissed as my fingers dipped into her juicy slit. "Can I tell you something?" Anything. As long as it's not 'go to your room..." Never," she said. "what I was trying to tell you is that I NEVER had this..." Making love?"She shook her head, smiling, lips parted. "Not like this." But you have grandkids..." Apparently, Mister Wainwright, one can procreate with absolutely mediocre sex..." she said, kissing me, pushing me gently so I laid back in the bed."So I've. “You know, I’m so tired of guys like you. Mind you, you have your uses, as far as this kind of thing goes. But you think you’re such predators, and that inflates your little egos even more than they already are. You think you can just do what any women what you did with the last, but you probably can’t even please a woman properly.” Her voice was firm and masculine but undoubtedly woman. “Wha—?” I began, my face scrunching up involuntarily as I felt my face flush. But she pressed on. “And. Sara bit her lip. "I wish you would take away these udders and give meback my breasts."Nothing happened.Sara felt over her chest and udders, but nothing seemed to be different.She sighed a bit dejectedly. Maybe it was a coincidence. She smirked asshe looked over the toy. It could have been worse. At least she didn'thave to worry about accidentally saying anymore silly wishes like, "Iwish humans had tails..."She frowned, she hadn't meant to say that, it just popped out.A sensation started.