The magic wand now belongs to Steffani." Me?" Steffani said, looking down at it. (The breasts weren't huge, but definitely pronounced.) She smiled. "D...es this mean she gets three wishes?" "It's a wand, stupid! She gets as many wishes as she wants!" "Can you give me a wish, Steffani!!" "Me, too!" "I'm your best friend, Steff!!" "No, you're not! Diedra is! And I'm *hers *!" Uh, well. I guess." It's not a wand! It's a sword!" Croft said, having gotten up out of the underbrush. "A sword?" . He was sitting at his computer, his eyes glued to the screen. “Hey” I said, sitting on his bed. He turned to look at me and continued to look, not saying anything at all. “Come here” I said, almost laughing at my own actions, he started to slightly shake and looked nervous as hell. ‘Aw, poor thing, I thought, he’s so sensitive’. He awkwardly stood up and walked over to me, “Sit” I said, looking up at him. He did as I said and sat next to me, seeming more awkward than ever. “I. . I Can Feel Your Juices Begging to Coat Me.. Palming Your Ass In My Large Hands.. Gripping, I Spread You More Fully As Inch By Inch.. Stroke by Stroke.. I Allow More & More of My Arced Staff to Penetrate You.. Leaning Back a Bit, Just Enough to Cause an Angle.. I Can Feel As I Glide Along Your Walls.. Slowly but Steadily Stroking Deeper & DEEPER.. You Cry Out as You Begin to Thrust Back in Earnest Now.. I Cease My Motion, Allowing You to Take Over the Control of Our Tempo.. Playfully Slapping. And they AREwaiting for you."Mom put her arm around my waist and gently led me to the car. As wewalked, she whispered in my ear, "Miss Vickie at the salon is dying toget to work on you. She has done this type of punishment before and justloves doing it. When I called her she was bubbling with excitement. Sheeven suggested that she enter you into her schedule book under the nameof Wendy. She has always thought that a very appropriate name for asissy. So, I had to agree. From now on, at least for.