.. times were rough when we had Hawaiian Kona. Kona meant Myndee was sick and I didn’t follow instructions ... or failed to remember the list. The K...na came from the freezer ... something I had bought a bunch of because I liked the smell. Smell and taste are not necessarily inclusive.When I dabbled with tobacco ... I took up the pipe. I took up the pipe because she said I should; a pipe was dignified. She? Damned if I remember.If the tobacco smelled awful ... it tasted pretty good. If the smell. ..” I moaned against his mouth, “Riley, I'm going to... oh... OH! I'm... I...”“Come with me.” He placed his forehead against mine and looked deep into my eyes. “Come with me!” Seeing his eyes almost pushed me over the edge, but kept my thoughts in the way until I felt him reach his peak. Just before he did, he set up one more trick. He set his eyes on mine. “I love you, Holly.” His lips clasped down on mine, as he made a final thrust and held himself as deeply inside of me as he could. Hearing. “Hold the doll with me and visualize what you want.”They grasped the doll. “What about the peyote?” She said. “Oh, that was just to prime the pump and make you suggestible. Now, you already believe. If you use this with a non-believer, your belief will be enough.” They grasped the doll and began thinking hard.Suddenly, Sara felt different. She looked down and found her body was male, and muscled with great definition. Definitely ripped. John didn’t change, but then he was already that way.. A few lap dances and you'll be over Juliet.”Vegas was magic like that. For a few nights, I could pretend that I didn't want to drive my cock inside of Anna, Juliet's daughter—my stepsister for the past year. It helped that most of the girls I hooked up with had silky black hair and looked achingly familiar from behind. I didn't feel guilty about using them. It was a choice between pretending a stranger was my stepsister or fucking the real thing on the family couch. Not that she would let me..