I need to finish my match first. You can not exactly pause a multiplayer match and my team is winning.KNOCK! KNOCK! KNOCK!“Give me a fucking minute.... I am in the middle of something”, I yell back.Then suddenly the door barges open and the person at the door walks in my apartment. It is Ariana Grande staring knives at me.image“The fuck are you doing Nerd!? You answer the door for a lady!” she lectures at me.I knew Ariana Grande for years. We went to the same school for rich k**s and c***d. Her hair, which had been a dull brown, now looked glossier with a slight wave and even sported some highlights. She tried a smile and saw that her lips were slightly redder, her teeth were whiter, and she now had dimples! Wow, I look fantastic! she thought, before catching herself and deciding to check for any mental changes. If she would even notice any, of course. Stupid potion.She sat down in front of her computer and pulled up the hottest guys she could think of. Her celebrity crushes were. Sneaking mom’s pantyhose, I loved trying them on and the exhilarating thrill they ignited when I slid them up my leg. I loved how they felt as I pulled them over my cock and it became instantly hard. Through my late teens and early twenties, I wore pantyhose nearly every day and each day would end the same; I would masturbate with me rubbing my hosed legs together, imagining myself as any one of those sexy hosiery clad women I had burned into my memory throughout my adolescence. Like any. ”Blossom shrugged her shoulders, indicating her indifference. Then she fixed an eye on him and shared with him a piece of wisdom.“Whether you plan to stay or go, don’t make no difference,” Blossom pointed out bluntly. “The mules still need to be moved.”Ben started at that and then shook his head and chuckled to himself for the first time since he’d gotten himself involved in this situation. The old native woman was correct; the mules did need to be moved, regardless of whether they stayed there.