"Why, I'm your fairy godmother," the fabulous creature replied in a singsong voice, "and I'm here to make your wishes come true." Oh, I do wish that I...could go to the prince's ball," said Cinders."And how much do you wish it?" said the fabulous fairy with anextravagant gesture with his wand. "What would you do in order to go?" Oh, I'd do anything," said Cinders. "Anything at all!" Well, that's good," said the fairy, "because my wand needs a little bitof encouragement to give out its. It was like we were never apart. We were getting ready to meet up with her brood. When we got to the bar, Natasha made the introductions to me. Anastasia, Katina, and Anika were all dressed alike, wearing matching red bustiers, black skirts, black stockings, and heels. They were almost as hot as Natasha. Each had strawberry blond hair. They greeted me with a kiss on the lips and a big hug. After they spoke with Natasha, she informed me that my intended victims were all attending a. I’m 30 ... almost 31. Dropping the birth control screwed my system up. It caused some hormone surges, I guess. I just need to relax more, watch my diet and make my exercise routine more consistent.”“And the relaxation starts immediately,” I said in a firm voice.Liz gave a helpless shrug as I ushered her toward the stairs (but I’ll note that she didn’t protest at all).I waited until we got upstairs before I started to quiz her.“You’d tell me if there was something wrong?” I asked.“Yes,” Liz. I tried not to appear to ogle her overmuch, but the younger woman’s total lack of pubic hair differentiated her from the older lady, whose own luxuriant thatch of straw-blonde pubes matched the colour of the rest of the hair on her body; while Camille had been stripping off, the vicar’s good lady had removed the last of her coverings.“Splendid, Camille! I must say that this does feel jolly liberating! I wonder if I can talk Peter into having a go?”There was still a certain sense of expectancy,.