“Besides, I feel like you’re the only one that I can talk to where I can be absolutely sure that what you say to me isn’t just because I warped ...our mind. I worry about that sometimes, you know. That I messed them up, fucked up their brains by using my power on them,” I sighed, voicing my feelings out loud for the first time. It was much different from explaining how I felt to a ghost that was living inside of my head.“What do you mean? Do you think that your magic harmed or harms them. Over and over she posed. On her hands and knees, kissing Grant’s shoe. On a chair, her legs wide, fingers pulling her pussylips apart. On her knees, squeezing her big tits together and licking her lips for the camera. Tilda has stripped and forced the sissy to the ground. His face buried between her meaty thighs. She moaned and squeezed her own breasts as he licked her wet cunt. The boys lifted Wendy up and placed her on another lounge chair. Hank pulled her arms above her head and tied her. Sandra clothes were wet. She was only wearing a white top and some jeans, the top had gone see-through by now but luckily she was wearing a bra. Sandra noticed her dad looking at her breasts, because they were small she didn't think anyone wanted to look at them let alone her dad. She put it to the back of her mind and went and changed. When she came back down it was dinner time, so her and her parents went and sat at the table. "Your looking good tonight." said her dad. "Do you like what i'm. I had a whole new look, and felt really different about dressing up. Walking in the heels took some getting used to. The stockings were very smooth and felt wonderful on my legs (I had absolutely no leg-hair at all) and the tug of the garters with each step was a new feeling too. I remember thinking that this is how women (my mom, my teachers at school, my older sister in high school, ladies at church, women who work at the library) feel all the time every day, and that guys never know about.