"he's not a girl, any more than I am. This is wrong! You said you were my friend! You said that you'd help me!"He felt on the verge of tears.She too... him in her arms and, as she knew she had to at all moments like this, she kissed him tenderly.She put her lips next to his ear and whispered."I am your friend. It's you I care about. I can't help John, and nor can you. At least not yet. Our only hope is to pretend to so-operate: be as enthusiastic as you can, and maybe their security will. .. She goes to the bathroom and cleans herself off, comes back sheepish but with an impish little grin. She does have her shirt, bra, and assumedly panties back on however, and she starts fiddling with the French book again, ready to pretend nothing happened like a good little girl... The opportunity is too good to pass up. With time and a house all alone, I finally have those big tits to myself and I wasn't leaving until I'd fucked them. I'd never fucked a girls tits, but I intuitively. What about aftereffects?" None noticeable." Rob answered. "When they come to, there's no disorientation or nausea apparent. We've done some minimal follow-up work and found no changes in heart rate, respiration rate or temperature. No obvious changes in blood chemistry or electrolyte balance. We're not equipped to test more than those here." No change in eating habits, appetite, sexual display or performance." Wendy added. "Even their mood seems to remains unchanged." Can you explain to those. Rashmi replied that her new husband kept talking about how attractive Nisha was to the point she got mad at him.With a wicked look on her face, Rashmi asked Nisha if they could swap husbands that night. Nisha said it would be fun. Rashmi then asked if Sushil had a vasectomy like her husband. She was not on birth control because of that.Now it was Nisha’s turn to be wicked. She said, “No, he is still fertile but I have some morning after pills you could take.” But they were not real!The two.