But I worried that they, the kids, might tire him out. Abigail would do her best, I was sure, to keep the uproar under control, but I expected it woul... be at best a losing battle. Well, the kids were but nine years old.And then they were there and then they were noisy and then it was tiring for my dad: all of which I learned about after the fact.After the fact because I’d called my bud, Jeff, and he had picked me up and gotten me out of there before the crowd of them arrived. I had finally. I will not take no for an answer. And you, Vanessa, youcome and watch. You need to learn, because I am sure that your mom willsend you right back to the salon to get the same hairstyle and you needto know what to do. It takes high maintenance to look as good as Samdoes!"Begrudgingly I got up in my boyish pajamas and as I looked down at myfeet to find my slippers, I saw my red nails and my now blond and curlyhair slip over my shoulder and hang there in my peripheral vision. Thiswas like a bad. There'd be a lot more wizards and sorcerers if people would pay more attention to kids rather than just blowing off their words as imagination." So I could do what Christie did?" I put my hands on my chest and thought of the breasts Christie created.Christie blurted out, "No, don't!" but it was too late.I pulled my hands away from boobs even larger than what Christie had made. I smiled and said, "Cool." Yeah, but now try getting rid of them."I put my hands on my breasts, but try as I might,. “Well, uh, I guess I did kinda have it coming,” Kara sheepishly replied. Bill lifted his pussy soaked fingers to his lips and licked them clean. “Uhm,” he moaned. Then picking up a piece of lime he squeezed it onto Kara's bare breasts. “I think I need some lime with that,” he said as he bent to lick the juice off Kara's tits. “Oh Jesus,” Kara screeched, her eyes tightly shut. “Can we just take this into the bedroom... please,” she whimpered. “I thought you'd never ask,” Bill said triumphantly.