With one hand gripping Lucy’s long black hair tightly, he used the other to grip her left hip tightly as he slammed into her again and again. Mehme... watched as Hasan fucked the brains out of the poor girl. In pulling her hair back Hasan had pulled the girls head up and allowed Greta and Mehmet to look into the little bitch’s eyes. He loved watching when they did this, loved watching the fight as it slowly disappeared from their eyes. Looking at the anguish in her eyes as Hasan’s giant prick. Should he risk it? Why not? He had nothing to lose. "Perhaps you remember me like this." With that, he concentrated and his body began to change. His hair withdrew into his head and his breasts shrunk and disappeared. The woman's eyes widened to the point where Patrick thought they'd pop out of her head. She staggered backwards and collapsed into a chair. She continued to stare at him in utter shock. Not again, thought Patrick. It was obvious he'd made another miscalculation. She had no idea. I wiped the drop of milk up, bringing it to my lips and tasting the remains of some kids' cereal."Yum," I said. "Sugary goodness... breakfast of champions, eh?" Yeah. It was all I could find," she answered."Where's my sister, by the way?" I asked, glancing around the room."Not sure," Heather shrugged, but I realized the answer when I happened to glance at the clock."Never mind," I said. "She has a couple of really early classes twice a week, and think today's the day. I should probably be. You had your hands around my waist. I felt your breathing get closer. Then your lips were against mine. You felt so hot to the touch. I instantly felt a flush of heat radiate through me, ending between my legs. “I don’t think I can stand” My legs feeling weak. Your hands moved up to hold my breast. They felt bigger as you touched them, as if they filled with lust. My breathing quickened. My breasts were bigger than your hands so you had more then enough to squeeze, and squeeze you did..