"I wonder if there's an antidote to clumsiness in here?" I asked myself asI flipped through the pages of the huge tome; it was filled with pageswritte... in an ancient tongue I could not read. Suddenly, the pages flipped forward of their own accord, and I foundmyself looking not at a spell, but at a note written by Ahramberin:"The best antidote for clumsiness is to prevent accidents before theyhappen, and to prevent others from falling victim to accidents, as well. . Martha and Veronica were adjusting to being concubines and were very comfortable with Miguel, both socially and sexually. Martha now looked more like Veronica's older sister instead of her mother and continued to sport large breasts that could completely engulf Miguel's new cock. Veronica stuck with a trimmer athletic build. She could run, jump, swim, play tennis and engage in other physical activities without her unfettered tits getting in the way or bouncing painfully.Martha and Veronica had. Come on, take your purse and lets go," he says, handing me a pretty pink leather purse and leading me to the door.As we emerge into the bright light, I feel very self-conscious, so I lean against Tom as we walk and he slips his arm around me possessively. Almost without conscious thought, I find myself walking with a feminine sway. I love the feel of my garter straps pulling on my stockings, the leather of my dress rubbing against the smooth sexy satin and silk of the lingerie I'm wearing. I could now clearly see that his little hard-on was just sticking out a little from the front of his pants. I then saw the bartender now set another round of drinks on the bar again. So with every body once again reaching over each other for their drinks. I then saw the short, fat, older man now once again reach over my wife's shoulder to get his drink. When he did this, I saw him just lower his legs a little. He then carefully eased his little covered hard-on in my wife's ass and keep it.