" He agreed."Hehe...bet you're glad you never had to do that to me, huh?" She said, oblivious to her life before the bone had come into it."Of course ...ot. You're perfect just as you are." He agreed.It was the last person on the block he'd changed. He'd made the family of four across the street into ditzy sorority girls, and the couple next door into a pair of bisexual bikini models. The rest he'd simply convinced to let them alone. He'd made enough of a buffer zone that the police shouldn't be. "Good evening," replied of all people the man in the suit from the plasmascreen."You!" I replied amazed to find him here."I know you're surprised to see me here since I was on TV a few momentsago. But I thought it was time for you and me to have a face to face andto explain what phase two is all about," he said.He gestured to a nearby booth and we sat down. A waiter came by with aglass of scotch and a glass of what looked like white wine. He took a sipand gestured for me to drink. I was a bit. Main rone lagi or usse boli-” maine tumhara kya bigada hai jo tum mere piche hath dhoke pade huve ho. Us din tumne 2000 rs b le liye the or mujhe chod b liya tha.”Wo sirf hansa or bola-” saali jyada mat bol or chupchaap mere sath chal”.Maine police k paas jaane ki dhamki di k main police k paas complaint karwa dungi.Usne mujhe pakda or bola – karwade complaint. Ye tere baap ka no. H na?Uske paas mere papa ka no. Dekhkr m ghabra gayi.Wo fir bola-” saali kuttiya, lund lene k liye baap se juth. Her's was pale blue with a nearly transparent robe. She hadlight blue heels and, as I, nothing else.We stood there admiring each other. It was curious to see the signs ofour manhood growing dramatically under our satin gowns. I was nearlypanting as I looked at her.She reached out and took my hand. Silently we walked to the bedroom. Noneed for wine for these girls! We stood at the bed and our lips metsoftly. As we pressed together, our breasts teased each other's as myhardness pushed.