"Alyss," Amy gasped, stunned by her friend's reaction to such a smallthing."Do you really want to start something with me?" Alyss demanded ofGrit.Then...Amy suddenly felt it with her esper sense, and she knew exactlywhat was going on. She snapped around and glared at Drama, who'dbeen standing back and watching them with a smirk. Drama was aprojective empath and was messing with Alyss' emotions."Control yourself," Amy warned her friend, though she was starting toget angry herself. "Drama Queen. “You are my bhatiji,” I said, “and I would NEVER harm you. I love you more than life itself. A few years ago, I had to accept that my little girl had grown up. I couldn’t protect you anymore, and I had to let you go. The problem with doing that is that you turned into the exact woman I would want. Does the Chacha want his bhatiji? No. Does the man want the perfect woman? Yeah.”“You’ve got Mom.” She said, “I could never do anything with my Chacha, and I could never hurt Mom. That’s wrong.”“I. .cum for me...let it all out". Rope after rope shot out with each stroke until her hands were covered in my cum. She played with the cum and kept her hand on my dick as things calmed down and then grabbed a towel to clean him off. She pointed to her crotch where her pants were now dark gray soaked in her cum and playfully smacked me. She wrapped a towel around my waist and led me out the door to the table shower room. I stood in front of the table and she wrapped one arm around me from behind. They THINK all they want is blonde hair and bigtits, but if they go *POOF* and their victim showed up in a baggy setof sweats, we'd hear about it." What are those guys doing?" Daz asked, noting a couple of fairies whowere watching various television channels on a display."They monitor popular culture," Dusty told him. "Some outfits areclassic: cheerleader, schoolgirl, French maid. But sometimes you'll getsome new iconic looks pop up, like the Playboy Bunny in the 60s or eventhe Hooters Girl in.