Anything else?” “Uh, nothing I can think of... oh, what do we wear?” “How about our workout clothes?” “Works for me.” So, she gave me di...ections, and we left for her house. It was a nice little house just a few blocks away. She pulled into her carport and I parked behind her. As we were driving, it dawned on me that my workout clothes were still sweaty, which I figured I would mention to her. But, when we got there, she just grabbed my gym bag, and threw our gym clothes into the washer. “It’ll. His hot breathe hit my chest. Tears were rolling down my cheeks but he seemed not to notice or care. He crawled closer to me sand his body swallowed my tiny frame. My thighs pressed against hips. He reached with one hand and grabbed his cock again. This time I felt the head of his penis against my clitoris. He moved it around until he found the entrance. "Mr. Conrad, No please! Please! please!" I squealed.I remember squeezing the pillow hard and grabbing it for dear life. He grunted and. And you should let me practice on you a couple of times ahead ofHalloween night."I'd been turned into inanimate objects for short periods a couple oftimes, and it was interesting in a way, but not the way I'd want tospend Halloween night. It was possible to turn someone into a *living*statue or doll, though, and I'd heard of people who did it, though itwassupposedly kind of tricky. The one time Amanda and I had tried before,Amanda had turned into a regular immobile statue -- blind, deaf, and. This feels so good.’ He glanced down at his body and the stiffness that had come on as he looked at her. He tried to turn his thoughts to other things but his mind wanted to rerun the picture of her dark hair and the way the covers fell open to reveal her butt as she turned and pulled her knees up. ‘Damn’ He groaned to him self as he ran his hand down to his cock then back up. She lay still …She was listening to his every breath and movement. Lying there thinking to herself, questioning why he.