" Yeah, well unless you can magically change yourselves into girls,you guys aren't going to get in to that party." Mike snaggedanother drink and took...a big gulp.Brad's eyes widened, then his head snapped toward Eric. Notsurprisingly, Eric's eyes had the same look. "You thinking whatI'm thinking?" Brad asked knowingly.Eric grinned. "Probably. The box?"Mike's head swiveled back and forth as he tried to follow theconversation. "What the hell are you guys talking about?" hefinally asked.Brad. Still, the feeling of something wrong, of an incomplete puzzle nagged at McAllister. There was no sense of anything from or within that colored stone, and the lack bothered McAllister. He glanced at the others in the party, the students seemed bored and uninterested in yet another architectural detail, but the two men with the cloth headgear seemed excited, whispering quietly with each other. Their guide seemed to watch them closely, but not in any way suggesting dire concern.From the stick. . You know..." then, "What are you-? OOOOHHHHHH!!"Not prepared to even consider no for an answer, her hand was already inside my pants where they were expertly and successfully massaging my limp, mature-aged cock into another erection. How was this even possible? It was like she had some supernatural cock-charming ability!Within seconds, I was hard as a rock and ready for round two. She jumped up, wrapping her arms around my neck and her legs around my waist. She easily positioned herself to. Thanks for letting me come."She's Anne's height, quite slim, really short black hair that curls, doesn't kink, and blue eyes. Small breasts and waist, long torso. Cute buns. Very pretty oval face, white skin, strong arched eyebrows.Naturally, the first thing that caught her eye was the group of pictures on the wall. She looked at them carefully, missed nothing."Tom told me these were good. I don't know Will Spector, but I can see they are better than good, at least as far as I can tell. I.