I could feel my cotton thong drenched in my own warm juices. He pushed his cock down; I felt it sliding between my pussy lips.My legs nearly buckled a... that. And then, feeling like a whore, I spread my thighs for him, giving more access and welcoming his cock. Like a real bitch in heat, I wanted his cock inside me.He pushed between my legs a few times, bringing me some warm pleasure to my pussy. Then his fingers pulled aside my white thong. I bent forward slightly, feeling his cockhead against. Jason tried to reason with him but as usual Ricky resorted to violence. He took a swing at Jason who sidestepped the punch but was pushed to the floor by the momentum. He then aimed a kick at Jason’s head but Jason – who had been studying Judo, was prepared this time. Catching Ricky’s leg in mid-air he wrenched the foot round and twisted the ankle, almost tearing the tendon. In a complete rage now and impervious to the pain Ricky charged again as Jason was getting up. Jason caught him under the. Me make bra. You bra not one year,not three year. You forever," chanted the gypsy, her words but fatalwhispers in the wind."Oh god! I'm a bra!" I soundlessly shouted, my body no longer a body,and my mouth no longer a mouth. In fact, I was exactly the same brathat I'd bought it seemed. Then some instinct told me the truth; Iwasn't the same bra, because the spell had used that one. I'd boughtthat bra, and consumed it. Now I was another bra, an exact duplicate.And, to my horror, I. . his slut, his cum receptacle, just his. "Where's the lube" he asked, and I told him we kept it in the top drawer of the nightstand. I heard and felt him move to retrieve it, and was a little surprised when I felt something thump onto the bed next to my head. I turned my head and gasped, not only at seeing the picture of my wife that I kept on my nightstand laying there, but also because of the cool glob of lube he'd squirted onto my hole.As I felt his finger work the lube past the pucker, he.