" Corey gasped andgrabbed the breasts pushing out from his chest. Standing up, he sawthat he was looking his aunt straight in the eyes, when normall... he wasseveral inches taller than her. Gulping, he looked down at himself,realizing from what little he could see of himself, that she was right. "Where's a mirror?" Corey asked her desperately, then before sheanswered, he noticed one hanging on the living room wall and ran to it.Auntie Em was right, he saw immediately. The reflection. “I’ll adjust to work with any tracking officer,” I said. “Most of what I have to do is the long-term planning and strategy. Once we are in combat my crew pays more attention to my officers than they do me. If an officer can do the job, I’ll find a way to make them part of my team.”Captain Prescott looked at me. “You and Jessica were classmates, is that correct?”I nodded. “She was part of the group I worked with in an attempt to plan ahead when it came to a pickup,” I said. “We just talked about. Especially one as pretty as you." I guess it's good that I've got a family that dotes on me then, isn't it." And she spread her legs slightly and indicated the lack of hair on her pussy. "Mummy shaved me this morning while grandpa watched. She said I should always started a new term at uni with a freshly shaved cunt. What do you think?"Ian Beattie slid a hand between her legs and lightly stroked her pussy lips with his fingers and her hairless mound with his thumb. "I think I like bald cunts,". "Okay," I said. "Help me out here. This is Ann O'Hara who's in my class, right? So if she can sing duets in French and all, how come she's not going to be this Maria?"Jeanne smiled."It's tradition," she explained. "You get your big role in eleventh grade and then in twelfth grade you sort of mentor the next girl coming along. So last year Ann was Dorothy in the Wizard of Oz, and this year she's supposed to be the mother abbess. She has some really great songs. She sings 'My Favorite Things'.