Sie nimmt eine kleineFlasche heraus, in der eine hellblaue Fl?ssigkeit drin ist."Wenn Du diesen Trank nimmst, dann wirst Du morgen als Frau aufwachen.... Das glaubst Du ja selbst nicht, oder?" Doch, eigentlich schon. Versuchs doch einfach, wenns nichtfunktioniert, dann hast Du nichts verloren, oder?"Ein bisschen z?gerlich sage ich: "Stimmt. Schaden kanns ja nicht." Ich kann Dir sogar sagen, wie Du dann aussehen w?rdest. Im Magic Shop,wo ich dieses Trank gekauft habe, haben sie verschiedene K?rper. He asked if Marc and I swing. I told him that were just married and beginning the shared wife lifestyle. He asked me if I ever had a black man before. I said no that we didn't know any up in Canada. I brought him back to our table and told Marc and he winked at me that it was Ok and to go for it. We sat and drank and Dave was sitting right beside me and put his hand on my leg and started to caress it and sliding it up my skirt. I parted my legs and he slid up to my pantyless pussy and he rubbed. .Amy. Talk about a pair of pocket aces. Amy was Karen's negative image, streetwise vs naive, daring to her cautious and whereas your wife was your wife was almost painfully shy, Amy bubbly and a bit of a tease. Some of it had to be on purpose, after all, it's not like she didn't know how she looked. That was the main thing they both shared. Both women were build like absolute brick shithouses. Long legs that rounded out to big juicy asses that barely fit on their hourglass figures, only. “I really do not want to tell you, Ava, please let it go. You don’t need the details. He is not in any danger of dying or anything like that, okay,” said Blake.“Blake, please,” she said. “Honey, you’re scaring me. You have to tell me. Please,” she said.“Ava, he is HIV-1 positive, and...” he said, and stopped.She sagged down on the couch and cried. “And?” she said, finally.“Ava, I can’t...” he said. She cried some more, but she did stop pressing the man: she was afraid to hear anymore.They held.