"You know, I do believe you're enjoying this little pretence of being a girl, aren't you?"Again I felt myself blush and I murmured, "Yes, I think so."...he smiled. "I often wanted a sister, and now it seems I won't be around to enjoy her!" She gave me a hug. "Thanks, anyway, for doing this. I guess you might have a great story to tell someday, as not many boys ever get the chance to be a bridesmaid, nor look so pretty! Now, let's get downstairs!"I held her train as we went towards the stairs,. When the lists were filled, she leaned back in her office chair and enjoyed the wind from the fan.Forty-seven-year-old German Inspector Anja Krause was divorced and had an eighteen-year-old son. She had shoulder-length, copper-colored hair, large, full breasts and freckles on her cleavage. The woman had a few extra pounds on her hips, buttocks, and thighs, but was physically fit and agile.Anja looked around. The police station, a low building consisting of only one room, did not appeal to her.. Thelady who was getting a taste of her own medicine did desire that she got ahot body but her wish was not granted. She saw her gut grow into a littlebeer belly. Looking in the mirror Debbie saw her face matched her fingers,pudgy. Then to top it off she had a goatee, she hated facial hair. Sheknew a man who was out of shape, like her body was, thought a goatee wouldmake their face look slim.Her relief was short lived for she quickly found out this was not causedby a wild magic storm. A wild. My jeans were almost immediately wet. When I think back on it, it felt pretty good getting wet like that, but I was too distracted by Amanda to notice.Amanda started to dance under the stream for me. She put her hands over her head and wriggled up and down and an experienced dancer. She waved her hips side to side and cocked her head. She then slowly removed her shirt until she stood there wearing just her jean-skirt. I was like a deer caught in headlights as I stood there staring at her.