Even though he - no, she- was a bit embarrassed to admit it, Dylan knew that it was true. She'dcome here solely in the hops of getting a new body."Wel..., aren't you lucky I'm looking for a bride? For the low, low priceof becoming a princess consort you can have the body of your dreams,today!" Becoming... A princess consort?" Dylan's eyes widened."That's right, Dylla... Do you mind if I call you Dylla? Or did you haveanother name in mind? Maybe something you've cherished since you were achild? A. He wanted to resist but at the same time he knew that any resistance was futile. Reluctantly he gave in. Then he gathered his wits together and pushed Scooby away. “Who do you think I am? You think you’re so sexy you can do anything to me?” He shouted. “Well, you did follow me here. As I hoped you would.” Scooby said innocently. “Who says I followed you? Maybe it was the other way around. I always come here after a ball game”, Bigtime said halfheartedly. “Yeah, sure, whatever.” Scooby shrugged,. I was confident that no one could see where my hand was with dad sitting at the opposite end of the table. I was also thankful that mum liked to keep a table covered with tablecloths. She looked nervous and her eyes now remained totally focused looking in dad’s direction as she started to mop up the spilt milk. My hand slid up the back of her thigh…feeling her soft smooth skin. Her body shivered as my fingers came in contact with her pussy. A cunt that was moist with her juices…the randy cow. Sally-Anne then had an idea. She took a pair of old jeans, cut the legs off above the knee and suggested that I could wear these tied around my legs so that below my coat it would look like I was wearing normal jeans. She then took a polo neck sweatshirt and cut the arms and most of the body away so that the neck would show above the coat but there would be nothing else. I was trembling with anticipation and fear - what if I was discovered? We went up to our bedroom and Sally-Anne opened the.