“Babe! I swear I’m gonna pull over and fuck the shit out of you if you don’t stop!” She said with a very lustful look in her eyes. Holy fuck! ... think she might actually pull over somewhere! “I don’t think you will,” I said with a grin. “I’m not now because you want me to, so ha!” I couldn’t believe she did that. I let go of her hair and let my hand wander down the front of her shirt until it came to rest on her right breast. I could feel her incredibly hard nipple through the blouse she was. Actually, the minds of the two women had been scanned the moment that they arrived at The Center, so their feelings and intentions were already known. The purpose of the interviews was to make sure that the women understood what would happen to them if they became agents as I was. The more that was explained to them, the more enthusiastic they became about joining, so that matter was settled within a couple of hours. I think the thing that attracted them the most was being able to shut their. You.Maybe it was Sunday morning. It was possible the stone, even as powersas it seemed to be, might have required some time to completely remakemy reality. That would certainly explain why I didn't recall anythinguntil waking up this morning. The magic had put me into some kind ofsuspended animation while it went about making me into a hot brunette.I was able to dismiss that idea rather quickly. There would be no reasonfor mom to yell at me to hurry downstairs on a Sunday morning. There. All thehelpers, students as well as adult, slavered over the tasty treats.Kevin Ripley, the gardener who had done Myrtle's roses had taken herhome after the services. She had told Rachael that she wouldn't needhelp with her dress until after supper ... she was coming to theBarron family dinner that evening.Thus the young family was walking home just after noon, with Bobbymunching on an extra cupcake. A few weeks ago Rachael would have madehim wait until after lunch, but with all the racing.