About mid-afternoon, I drove over to Kevin's house and sat down with his parents. There were butterflies in my stomach, but their friendly demeanor im...ediately put me at ease. Very simply, Bud and Carla Westcott are the two nicest people on the planet.Both remembered me coming over infrequently to work on a school project with Kevin. They asked about my parents and my brother. They said they couldn't wait to meet my children.Kevin's dad Anthony (no one ever called him that, though; when he was. After a quick scan, I started disassembling the spells. Unlike the spells that had changed their bodies, each had individual spells on their minds. That made my job a little easier in that the totality of the spell was smaller and thus easier to scan. It made my job harder in that each person had to be dealt with separately.Tactically, it made sense. By using a mass spell to transform their bodies, the likelihood of undoing the spell was minimal, and even though individual spells were easier to. She saw his eyes widen as her now bare cunt came into view. As she stepped out of them, he unbuckled his belt, and stripped himself quickly. She strode to the mat as he finished, and they stood staring at each other's nudity. Her hands were hanging loosely, and he rotated to keep her directly in front of him as she moved. She felt his stare, taking in her long legs, her naked, puffy pussy lips, her lush, full tits. Her narrow waist and flat stomach made a carnal fantasy, she was sure. She felt. "I actually don't know," Daisy said."What do you actually do, Roisin?" I asked as she tucked into somebolognese and I poured us all some wine."I work for the government," she said, mysteriously."Ours or theirs?"That made her laugh. "Is there a difference?"She raised her glass in a toast. "To the wee bairn who will have twofine Ma's." For a short time, at least," I said.Glasses clinked, wine was sipped. Then Roisin reached into her handbagand produced a passport with a stylised harp embossed on.