Ek din unko kuch samn utrna tha to muje bulaya ghar pe or kaha ki toda uper he to muje dar lagta uper chadne me akle me tum stol pakdo me uoer chad ti...hu to mene kaha ke mu utar ta hu aap niche raho or samn itar diya unhone thanks bola mene kaha aapka beta nahi he to unhone kaha nahi aapni nani ke yaha gaya he so mw ekli hu mene kaha to to bor ho jati hogi na ghar me ekele to aap to unhone mukurak kaha tum hona aa jana mene kaha a6a or has di.Phir vo kehne lagi ki unko body pain ho raha he kuch. ”“Then that’s not a problem,” he said. “And what do you want this lass of yours to look like? Compare her to you on this mirror.” He conjured up a mirror, floating over the pentacle. I saw myself: a lad of eighteen, only three years into wizard school, still tall and gangly, with a long face with a few pimples on it, and messy brown hair. “First, no pimples,” I said. The pimples disappeared. “Bigger breasts and hips.” The breasts and hips of me in the mirror expanded. “Bigger. Bigger. . ” I said.“And if she were alive today, would you want to make love to her?” Heather continued.“Of course,” I said.“Good. Because I know how she felt about you, and I know that’s what she would’ve wanted. But last question, do you think she would’ve been okay with what we’re doing?” Heather asked.“I ... don’t know,” I said.“Then I doubt you’re going to stop dreaming of her until you have that answer,” Heather said.She had a point. I didn’t know how Tabitha would’ve reacted to knowing that I. Please, youuse the washroom onna second floor." They grimace and thank me, hurrying for the elevator. I pull the large trashcontainer on wheels into the washroom where she is still on the floor twitchingaway nicely, eyeballs rolled up in their sockets. Kneeling down, I jerk the two darts from her tits. I take a package of Cinnamon Red Hots out of my pocket and shake out a handfulinto the palm of my hand. Reaching under her dress, I pull down her thong panties. I like those black thong panties..