.." I know," Steve nodded. "If I was sober when I made the wish, I could berich right now. Or have a perfect physique. Or... actually... well, ifIwas ...ober I probably wouldn't have thrown the coin in in the firstplace..." Well, you're sober now. And so am I," Bob snapped. "Please tell me youremember where the wishing well was." Of course I do," Steve nodded. "Why? You want to try it? You've neverread or seen any stories about wishes? Making more never turns out well.We're supposed to be happy. I giggled, “Yes Daddy.” He did so, and his cock bounced upwards when it was released from his boxers. “Oh Daddy,” I sighed, his cock appeared bigger than it ever had, at least 8 inches. I bit my lip hard, and stroked down my stomach, towards the edge of my see through thong. One hand cupped my mound as the other stroked back up my body. I parted my pussy lips through the lace, and my swollen clit was eager for my touch. It was so sensitive, almost as much as straight after an orgasm. I rubbed. Me – for whatShe – for what I did to you.Me – you did what.She – pointing to my wet pant, still I could not catch what she was saying. I put cig in her lips, she smoked, and after exhalation, she had recovered a bit. At last, she said sorry bhayya for wetting your pant.It’s ok sister. It is no big problem.She – I should have controlled but I could not hold and pissed on you.Me – you pissed on me. You fool you have cummed on me, how did you feel while doing so.She – I was on cloud nine.It is not. " "I found a ruler in your toolbox," continued Patti. "Pull that bad boy out and lets see how he measures up. He has to be hard. I will measure it at the top, where it attaches to your body. That is what we all agreed on yesterday." "I don't think it will get hard, Patti. It is a shy little guy and the idea of being measured may inhibit it." I suggested. Patti had different ideas as she pulled it to her mouth, then stopped and looked at me. "It looks redder than usual, Matt. The head looks.