“Shit, you look even better than in the magazine.”“Damn straight,” said Pete. “He’s not lying. I swear I’ve had dreams about meeting a b...rd as gorgeous as you.”“And I’ll bet meet her wasn’t all you did in those dreams,” she replied. “Well, boys, I’m going to make your dreams come true.”“Huh?” said Kyle and Pete in unison.Carla rolled her eyes. “Jesus! Are you two really this thick? Or should I put my clothes back on and try my luck at Ritzy’s?”“Eh?”These two had better be worth this effort.. My face had changed slightly too, my lips a little pumper and it looked like I had a little bit of makeup on, just eyeliner and some mascara but still all spots or freckles I had before were gone. I was in such shock I didn’t realise the time; I was going to be late for school if I didn’t hurry up, I quickly got dressed and looked in the mirror again, my shirt showed my waist, no bra I had fit me any more so my nipples were poking through, the skirt fit but was so short if I was to the bend. Norman scowled at the rack of billiard cues, all secured in place by a padlocked bar, ensuring that no visitor would be tempted to put the table to the use for which it was intended.Norman carried on into the library, an airy room lined with books, all carefully wired into place on their shelves and overseen by one of the more sour-faced room guardians."What do you notice," Norman waved a hand around the room. Freddie looked blank. It was a library, there were books, he wasn't sure what else he. . alcohol would have burnt, but this feels slipery cold.No wait... it is warming up. I feel my pussy getting warmer and warmer, but not painfully, more like teasingly hot. One of them licks the syrop of her fingers after mixing it with my moist.I want to yell stop... but my body, my mouth everything feels so heavy and hard to control. Plus my mouth is like a desert, so dry... I see one of the girls, spread my pussy lips, and start eating me up... my cunt reacts...My eyelids are too heavy... I.