The type of conversation, which went on and on, and which could impossibly be summarized in more than, let’s say, two meaningful sentences. Party ch...tter, small talk, producing hot air, babbling along, BSing, call it what you will. The talk of the upper glass, complaining about things normal people could not even afford or imagine.»Now, how do you keep yourself occupied during the weekdays, if I may ask?« the man chatting up the woman said.»I destroy souls.« she answered and sipped her. Cum was running out her cunt as she steady fucked the bed post. He shoved three fingers in her ass and pinched her clit as she rode the bed hard. She was getting fucked hard as the potion took control of hr body. Matt loved watching the whores fuck the post after he gave them the drops. He was at a party one night and a whore was given it and she fucked a dozen men non stop. She couldn't get enough cock. She had every inch of the post in her cunt riding it hard and cum running down to the bed.. . the BOOBS!And at that his nipples felt tingly. As he put his hands to them, hecould feel his chest expand within his very own hands. His waist wasalso getting smaller, too, because all that fat had to go somewhere...His boobs grew to exactly a 36-D-cup size, exactly Angela's size."This is getting really weird... I don't like having boobs! They're soojiggly!"--We will fix that in a moment. Now for the final touch..."W... what's that? Wait... noo, not Mr. Hard; he's been too good to. Whenever I get chance I include sexual meanings in our conversation. She also understood them very well and she gives me her silent appreciations either by smiling at me or by replying me with an equally provocative comment. I started to enjoy this new thrill out of the secret we shared between us. Situation between her and FIL started to calm a bit as well. He came back home after about a week. He was insisting on going back and staying with his unofficial wife forever. I felt that being SIL.