She went up stairs and fetched her trusty AK-47, the AK that Jamilah carried and my Beretta M9, nine-millimeter pistol. The AKs were old and not very ...ell maintained but the damned things were practically indestructible anyway, so they were still good to go. She had one magazine for each AK and about fifty rounds of ammunition. I was surprised they kept my pistol, but was happy to see it. She had the pistol and both clips with the twenty-four bullets I'd loaded them with."Basheera, at market. I quickly learnedhow to rub myself to make me feel really good. Orgasm, after orgasm.Masterbating in this body was addicting. Soon it became too much, and I passedout with fingers still up my cunt. The next day. I tried my best to put on my uniform. It fit, but not quiteright. As perky as my breasts were, they wiggled a little too much as I walked.My underwear was too large, in fact everything I was wearing felt a littlebulky. I wasn't looking forward to speaking with the captain. But I felt I. After all, Kristen was an educated college student, 23 years old, and her friends had dragged her along for the fun of it. And then the woman had said she had proof of her powers, if Kristen would just look into a book... she had said some kind of warning. Something about how Kristen would have to work through the entire book before returning to the real world.Kristen had laughed and then looked... she knew that she'd read through the entire thing, but she couldn't remember what stories were in. To be honest I had fantasised about both my girls in the year since my wife had walked out surprising and shocking myself with the desire I felt for them."Shit!" I exploded again.Shaking off the thoughts of my daughters I drained my glass and poured myself another drink, if I couldn't get my end away I may as well get blotto. I was well on my way to getting drunk when I heard the front door open and my daughters' voices in the hall, glancing at the clock I saw it was only just half ten and was.