"Imagine a courier service that not only can't be intercepted, but can get the goods there instantly!"It was not quite that simple, of course. While n...ne of the others seemed to have the ability to be the guide, teleportation still required them to concentrate on wanting to be wherever the guide was sending them. Any slight distraction was enough to keep the transition from happening, but it soon became second nature to Darren and the ladies.Once out of the hospital and recuperating at home,. We broke for breath, me gaspingdespite myself. Electric."You are so hot right now," she whispered, nibbling my ear, tonguing myearstud. Her eyes glittered and I dreaded the next change. "Ooh, thatWyrd girl. Such a kinky lesbo."We watched my blue dress shirt pale to a translucent, gossamer-thin whiteand tie itself into a tiny sleeveless crop-top, the high knot pushing mybreasts skyward and revealing the new diamond stud in my bellybutton. Asudden tightening below told me I wasn't wearing boxers. ‘Nevermind. It was stupid anyway’ I thought. Nothing was going to happen. Forget it. The car turned onto her street. My hands visibly trembled and I repeatedly shuffled about as the driver slowed to a halt in the middle of the cul-de-sac and we stared at each other. “So...” we started, both simultaneously mocking some kind of clichéd awkward love scene and genuinely unsure of what next to say. The moment seemed like an age, an age of pulses racing and of hearts beating so loudly the driver. And really considering the stories Doris had related about her life and the ones they'd related about events on board ship it shouldn't have surprised David's parents either. Especially considering that David Trodd was a part of the foursome.On his back and with his 9-inch cock firmly embedded in the Doris Thompson bottom was groomsman Anthony Westonberry while kneeling astride the pair and holding her legs in the air as he slid his firm slightly shorter but marginally thicker shaft in and out.