Everything inside her did something that felt suspiciously like melting. Instinctively, Mandi tried to fight it, tried to regroup but Lizzie kept comi...g – it was impossible to steel herself against what she wanted to do with the girl she wanted to do it with. Lizzie pulled her lips away and both girls dragged in much needed breath. “Mandi…” Lizzie was on top, her slender curves a silhouette against the star-encrusted sky. Her soft weight lifted from Mandi’s hips and fingers entwined, she. She put on her new black fuck‑me pumps with 4‑inch heels and a long black wig to cover her long brown hair. The final touch was more than enough "Gothic" black eye make‑up, which suggested she might be related to a raccoon. She had no pockets, so she tucked the room key in her thong. She was too young to drink, and it was only walking distance, so she figured she didn't need money or identification. Any night, after dark, Bourbon Street is a crush of party goers, and this night was more crowded. After amoment of pain, the sensation became quite pleasurable. As the armretracted, Carl could see a strange sort of mold with a long upward slantedprotrusion. Then another surprise, this time to the rear. Something was goingwhere nothing should, and it was pumping something inside of him. Againthere was minimal pain, and he could feel his hips and ass swelling tocorrespond with the pumping. Just as the pumping stopped and Carl tried to look over his shoulder athis own 'new and improved' ass,. She argued back and forth with herself until she finally came to the consensus that she did love him, and that there wasn’t anything that could change that. Now, she decided, she just needed a special way to tell him. They awoke the next morning right when the sun was coming up, and he made love to her again, slow and sensual, taking the time to learn the ins and outs of her body, bringing her to multiple orgasms before he finally reached his. She lay there panting in his arms and feather.