Again."Damnit," mumbled Erasmus. "I'll probably have to rewire the circuits ofthe Transfigurator again. It shouldn't have drawn that much power awayfr...m my clock radio." He then pulled his trusty old windup watch out ofhis pocket. "Damnit," he mumbled again. He'd been sleeping in hisclothes knowing full well he'd have to get out of bed once Howie finallywoke up and began screaming bloody murder. "Excellent. And pretty muchright on schedule too," he mumbled, as he slipped his watch back intohis. Her sweater was still on the couch in front of the television, along with the rest of her clothes. One of her new shirts and a pair of those panties would be enough for now, although she did hold her new bra against her chest for a few moments. Hopeless! And she'd only worn it for one afternoon. Gerard would swap it for a bigger one. He'd complain, but he'd obviously got it all wrong...But he hadn't, had he? The pigging bra had fitted perfectly yesterday afternoon, had fitted pretty well last. Ariela grinned and sat up straight, expectant, her dress light and airy, barely covering her lush figure, displaying a scandalous amount of skin and cleavage, which, she knew, would distract the Prince to no end.In they walked, two men in gleaming armour, one tall and proud, his body strong and his eyes fierce, a gleaming helmet held under one arm looking all the bit a King, his hair dark and short flecked with grey, his jaw strong with a scar running across it from an old wound, the other was. It was heavenly to feel her soft warm flesh envelope my shaft. I eased in and out quite gently before beginning to hump against her quite vigorously as she pulled against my buttocks urging me to press ever harder.It felt wonderful. An extension of how we played as children yet so much more intense and yet it felt so right."Yes. Yes. Yes!" she gasped, "Ohhhh Geoffrey," and I started pumping my love juice deep inside her."There they are!" someone shouted and before we could react we had an.