"No sense combing that hair, love!" laughed the mirror.Prue whipped out her wand. "Now don't do anything nasty, Harry" saidthe mirror uneasily."Then s...ut up!" It was weird to take a leak as a man. In her robes fromlast night Prue found an old blank parchment. It somehow rang a bell.As Prue and Phoebe stumbled down staircases that had a tendency toshift the smell of food came wafting up to them. It seemed to both ofthem - especially Phoebe that nothing had ever smelt as good. Smallerkids. . She saying that can't take it, want tô become a gal, a woman... Become a whore without guilt.- I know, I aaahhh! I know she wants, what do I do, uncle? Help me!- I helps darling... I'll play here... It's good here, isn't it? It always is.- Yeah... It's good... I like it... Yeah... Move it like this, like this... Uncle!! Nobody ever...- I know, it's good... No one's ever done it, not even him.- Neither did he, nobody. She just wanted you... Her fingers, her mouth....- You see... She always. His hand had been stroking her thigh. She took the plate of strawberries, and grinned wickedly tracing one around his lips but then taking the first bite just before he went to, she dropped the rest of the strawberry into his gaping mouth and he chewed and swallowed, she bent her head towards him and gently ran her tongue along his lips, before she leaned in to kiss him he took her face in his hands then as if magnetically pulled together they were kissing passionately. Her hands wandered to. I didn't use a condom because I had been snipped just a few months earlier. I had never desired children, so I made sure I wouldn't make any by accident. So I felt my first pussy bare-back. It was wonderful. We began to live together. She moved all her stuff from the city to my college-town apartment. But after a few months something was just not right. She moved out again, back to her city. She would come back to visit and we would fuck each other. But something was still wrong. This happened.