Not wishing to put more stress on the 'zipper' than I had to, I reached up to peel off the 'hood' next... and the most famous bunny's face in history ...tared back at me from the mirror."Dis betta not be some kinda illusion," I said in that inimical South Bronx accent of his. I stepped out of the legs to look at my huge, furry feet, checking the black spots on the soles and wrapping my fingers around the sticklike ankles."Dat t'ing toined me inta Bugs Bunny!" I said to the mirror, unable to drop. I started to feel arousal once again as my nipples hardened and my aerolae felt flushed with blood, his hands had magic in them the way he was kneading me while getting sucked.After about 5 minutes of this he raised me to my knees and ordered me to turn around and grab the bedposts while standing. I bent at the waist and did as he told and parted my thighs.“Now do you have any doubts about the manhood of my family beta?” he asked as he moved closer to me and grabbed my swinging breasts through. However, she was really beginning to worry me. Don had some interesting suggestions. He suggested I find out if she was a witch or a demon or whatever. I began to wonder more about Don than I ever had with Carrie. I thought about checking his suspicions just in case. I thought about it and then laughed. Carrie couldn't be a witch. There would have to be clues I decided. None were evident.I went home and noticed Carrie had redecorated the place. It had a Spanish motif that I actually liked. She. “I can’t land ... wait ... water ... not land?”“Alighting ... but seaplane pilots call it landing ... or water landing ... alighting is the correct term ... but...”“Saves confusion?” I said.“Yup ... no longer flying ... but not crashed.”“Ah ... the important distinction ... not crashed.”“The big lake is littered with failed carrier landings.”“They had carriers on the great lakes?”“Converted passenger steamers ... two of ‘em. Official historians claim that every carrier pilot trained in Lake.