It was Stasha's car. No doubt about it - I knew the plate number. She worked on the other side of town so why was her car here? Curiosity got the best...of me and I drove over to where Stasha worked and there were only two cars on the parking lot. The front door was locked so I banged on it to get the attention of the security guard. He came over to see what I wanted and I told him I stopped by to see my wife. "She's working overtime tonight." Not here she isn't. Ain't nobody worked overtime here. That often only took two or three minutes and was a fun break from her kitchen work. She kept a small towel nearby to clean up the resulting leakage.If she were caught up, and especially if they offered to help with some of the busywork, she might take them to the next room where a fabric covered foam mattress allowed for comfortable reclining. Putting a towel down to prevent staining, she would enjoy a prolonged encounter in a variety of positions. Even Ginny’s husband would avail himself of. “I’ll take care of him,” Ginny said, walking out of the room completely naked.Harry and Hermione could hear them for a quick moment before the spell took hold.“You are so beautiful,” Mr. Potter said to Mrs. Weasley.She took hold of him and lowered herself on the young man she first met on the Hogwarts Express years earlier.“I’m sorry I don’t have large breasts like your wife does, but I will do all I can to make you happy!”“Erecto,” she said with a mutual satisfying sensation happening to. "Now open them". Before me were a pair of very high heels, about 4 inches to be exact. "Try them on" said mother. They were tight but I could get my toes into them. However, they were very uncomfortable and I felt very unsteady."Now for the final touches and you'll be ready" said my mother. Again I was told to sit down. As soon as I did, my sister and mother began applying makeup and lipstick to me while my hair was being curled and fluffed up at the same time. In about a half hour, my sister.