Fortunately Margaretand Robert only live a few streets from us so I grabbed the laptop andheaded out. Arriving I knocked and entered as instructed"Hel...o" I calledI could hear music from the Kitchen and the sound of washing up so Iheaded down the hall to the kitchen. The door was half open so I pushedit fully open and stepped into the kitchen. As I did I was confronted bythe sight of a maid in the frilliest uniform I had ever seen. She had herback to me and was doing the washing up whist humming. The bat is simple and yellow.She scowls. “Did you, uh, fix it?”“Yes, Ms. Gordon. It’s specially reinforced.”Barbara looks down at herself. The bulge between her legs isn’t very visible in the jeans that she wears, but in costume it’s another matter. Ivy had been the one to design the plant spores that caused Barbara to grow a penis, but it had been Harley’s idea. Barbara is shocked that Ivy enabled it; she might’ve been drunk.The consequences have been serious. Barbara and over a thousand other. ,” her voice wavering, then she said, as her chest began to heave, “Leon, that’s beautiful. Don’t stop!” I kept going, and with her hips gyrating, Sonya clenched both fists across her belly, and said, “Ohh, I love that! I love that!” then after a ragged intake of breath, she called out, “That’s so much better,” pausing for a gasping breath, “than it is when I do it!” Suddenly, her whole body shook, she lifted her thighs, and bent her knees, and I had to hold her pelvis down to keep my mouth. Not too relaxed. I could wear my jeans. He'll probably be in jeans and a t-shirt. Okay, that's what I'll wear. And scuffs. He'll probably wear runners. Or maybe boots. If he wears cowboy boots I'll just die.She giggled then coughed when water went up her nose.Back in her room, Elaine was sorting through her clothes when there was a tap on the door. She'd slipped on her black thong but was otherwise naked. "Come in," she said, forgetting she was half dressed."These are getting dry-" began.