"So good. I love the mixture of aromas. It seems manly, like him, yet feminine, like you. It's almost MORE delicious than just Alan alone!" She kept o... licking and sniffing, almost like she was "motorboating" there.Susan held her breasts together so Brenda's face would be totally enveloped in tit-flesh. At the same time, she said, "Brenda, I have bad news. I've been talking about Alan with Suzanne all day now. In particular, we went over what happened last night in great detail, for like, two. They made illusions.They liked to play tricks.The faerie we hunted had found us and our best way to capture her, using a virgin as bait, was ruined. She made me think I was fucking Zanyia. Anger surged through me. How that bitch must have laughed as she perched in the trees, watching me ruin all my plans. We needed that faerie to cross over into her world and stop that bastard’s plans.Something hissed behind me. A sword slashing through the air and—Pain flared hot across my back, then the wound. I was still a teenager. A teenage girland pregnant, but not a woman. I was a bit dirty from the bushes, butbeautiful. My face had a shine and looked much more feminine than before.My hair was long and wavy, although there were bits of leaves tangled init and it was a bit wet from my sweat. But still I was beautiful andstunned by it.I heard a noise behind me and there was an elderly woman. You know her.You called her Granny Buttercup or more like ganny wuddacub..." Jeff's momgiggled and smiled. ' Erin did as she was told.The judge looked at the two men in orange prisoner suits and said "Time for turnabout is fair play. Miss Reagan raise your robes." Erin began to object when the judge pointed to a computer monitor on his desk displaying Nicky and he whispered do "I say step 3?" Erin swallowed hard and raised her robe. The first prisoner dropped the front his orange prison pants and kicked her feet wide apart. Erin knew what was going to happen and closed her eyes. The prisoner placed.