Stephanie gasped and grabbed her breasts. She let go as they began to squirm under her hands and she just stood there in stunned silence. There was no...hing she could do. Her whole life she had been taught touching herself was evil so she always tried to ignore the urge. Now, thanks to that weird fairy, she was no longer in control of her most intimate parts and they were doing all the touching for her. Her face went flush and she began to moan. She looked down as her nipples began rotating. Racy and lascivious thoughts filled my alcohol-infused mind.“I don’t think our wives would go for it,” I jokingly replied.“You never know,” John shot back. “We should ask them.”“Yeah, right,” I replied. “I don’t think they’re the husband-swapping type.”John smiled.“It never hurts to ask,” John replied. I didn’t really take John seriously, but he had planted a thought. I looked at Cindy and Sandy dancing away in front of us. I knew instinctively Sandy would never agree to anything like a. "The one with the flared skirt would be better." As Jill rooted through the closet, Elizabeth tossed a towel over the mirror of her vanity, sat Tim down in front of it, and began to work on his eyebrows with a pair of tweezers. "Hey! Not too much there. I still have to look male for class, you know." Hush. No one will notice," Elizabeth chided.Soon, she was rubbing creams onto his face. After she was satisfied, she followed it with a dusting of powder, some blush, and then began to work on his. . pretty intense...” he said, wriggling around on the bed. Emma let go of the toy and it started to slide back out. That wouldn’t work for her plan but luckily Amelia had suggested an item to fix that.Sliding back, she bent over the edge of the bed and retrieved a leather harness from the bag on the floor. It had a rectangular leather pad and several straps that crossed around with adjustable buckles. Brent was only peripherally aware of what she was doing as he was busy enjoying the sensation.