She didn't know what had come over her, it was like she'd been possessed. Not that that was anyone's fault but her own, she added. She had given into ...er lust, and for that she was terribly sorry. She assumed this altered body must be her punishment from the Gods."Are you done?" Sofia turned to see the genie, reclined on one of her armchairs."Oh! Um ... who are you, may I ask?" Sofia said, standing up."Nyssha, your genie," she replied, setting the lamp down on the nearby table. "Now hurry up. ” “All men love thigh high stockings. Just like all men like blow jobs. And shaved pussy. You all think you are so complex. Men are all much more predictable than they think they are.” It could have sounded jaded in another context, but here it sounded like foreplay. “And are you?” “Am I what?” “Shaved?” She hadn’t been last night, but I knew even before she answered that she was now. “Why don’t you find out for yourself?” My hand travelled up her leg. I had expected to feel the wet cloth of. Everyone has their own turn-ons, I know, and rightly so, but that is mine. She stood with her back to us , looking out the window at the big garden outside where the rain still pelted down. What was she thinking? It was less than an hour since three strangers had knocked on her door, and already she was naked with them and had briefly been vigorously fucked by two of us, although we hadn't come, as well as receiving Tom's massive dick sliding once up her bum. She had cried out with several. "Did what?" Said five times was a charm." What's a charm?" asked Finkelstein."Please!" said Dharma's mother, Abby. "We could keep this up to nextMikomass. The important thing to remember is that we are one step closerto our goal!" Are we playing hockey?" asked Finkelstein.They all ignored him."Will someone have the courtesy to tell me what's going on?" asked thenew Dharma, bored to tears. All she wanted to do, now that she hadescaped being the boring, serious Greg, was to have fun! To have.