"Thank you, Susan," said Aunt Alice. "That's much more suitable." Sheturned to me. "Don't you think you look pretty now?". I felt myself blushat the t...ought of being pretty. "Yes," I murmured. "Thank you."It was still light and still quite warm as we walked back to theapartment. I was still feeling pretty. Pretty hair. Pretty face. Prettylegs. Pretty skirt. What if people could see my pretty knickers as well?I felt a tingling sensation in my cock at this thought.But before there was any chance. Only one time when I was in this position that I look up? Immediately she saw that I was looking at her face, begging for mercy without saying a word. Her friend Sage ripped me off the ground by my hair! I was screaming hanging there! trying to reach the ground or Sage's strong hands to escape! she shook me like a ragdoll!"Do you believe this fucking punchingbag, weak bitch!?" I held Sage's ahnds and held myself up. Slight freedom. The pain ceased! Maritsa the smallest yet biggest muscled of. She started to fuck me and she is moving up and down slowly and her huge melons were bouncing like a restless football. Now I am feeling so good that I forget my all the pain and I am moving my hips from bottom with her rhythm. It is producing some great sound and we both breathing heavily. I was trying to touch her boobs and nipples andsqueezing them and she was moaning now also. aaaaaaaaaaa hhhhhhhhhhhhhhh aaaaaaaaaa aaaaaa hhhhhhh hhhhhhhh ooooooooo oooooooohhhhhhhhhhhhh we were both moaning. I guessed that some of her blood vessels broke during the Spell of Drawing, but I had too little medical knowledge to do more than speculate.Pamela sounded bleak at this set of unexpected symptoms. I did not want to ask her about any of the old ones going away. Alas, I could not offer her the proper comfort due to my own condition."I'd love to come over and hold you, my girl, but I have some sort of a stomach bug. The last thing I'd want to do was to pass it to you. Just remember I love you,.