I imagine a switch inside me, to bulk me up and darken my skin a little, but when I go to flip it, nothing happens. I don't feel a switch move, and no...changes occur to my body. Why doesn't it work, I ponder, and then I realize that I am trying to switch my reflection. Closing my eyes, I try again, forming the switch in my mind, but again, I'm met with failure. Did my abilities fail me? The lights in my room turning off and back on again disprove that. My only conclusion then is that I am unable. . I can't..."He just slid his arm around my waist and backed me in, swinging the door shut behind him. He said, "We shouldn't, but we're going to. And you might say you can't, but if you didn't want to, you wouldn't have let me get this far." He pulled me up tight to him - he was wearing slacks and a white shirt and he looked like a bloody romantic hero, only he wasn't, he was the same cocky shit he always is. And I could feel him through my dress like I had in the storeroom, how huge and hard. We have to count on nights like this to keep us going, make the most out of it...." and once again his palms found the soft, creamy, supple underside of her heart-shaped ass, lifting her up by her pert buttcheeks while she wrapped those legs around his waist like she'd done it a thousand times. In truth, she just might have. They had always managed to find some way to sneak off and enjoy each other whenever there was break in the shooting or production. He carried Natalie over to the. ’ You chuckled, a smile obvious in your voice. ‘Yeah yeah yeah.’ Your favorite part. You always cited it whenever you felt the need, unafraid to lay a hand on it in front of anybody, anywhere. I wiggled my toes and walked to the kitchen, grabbing an apple and a glass of water. I walked over to my chair and sat down, propping my feet up on the leather ottoman. We had bought this house about a year ago, and I had just redecorated. It was a nice two story. Brick outside, high ceilings inside..