Sometimes, an operation, no matter how well planned, just went bad. You had to know when to fold 'em up and move on. Besides, a good operator always h...d a fallback plan.He and Max had stashed caches of gold in trustworthy banks in the Caribbean. It was time for Señor Conroe to find a nice island and retire. The board of directors could run the clinic while he was in exile. He hugged the walls, making his way by memory alone. In his pocket, he could feel the reassuring shape of the Mercedes key.. Suddenly, Harry moved his hands from where he had been mauling Hermione’s tits, down to either side of her waist. And he gripped it firmly. And then started to move.Harry grunted and pulled and Hermione moved with him – only, Harry’s hands stopped her downward motion in its tracks. His veins were bulging out and muscles seemed to grow upon his muscles as his shaft scraped out of her gushing twat. “AAAAAAAAAAAHHHHH!” Hermione screamed.And then, just as her scream petered out into a moan and. . "HOLY SHIT!" I screamed, threw the covers off and ripped off my robe. I was wearing girl's underwear -- and I could see why too. It fit me in ways they shouldn't be fitting. I grabbed again, where my penis should have been. Gone! I looked down and pulled the underwear away from my skin. It was tricky to see around the breasts but it was GONE! "TITS! DEAR SWEET CHRIST, I'M WEARING A PAIR OF FUCKING TITS!" I was nearly out of control, preparing to run out into the hall of the dorm. It was the. I think you two would be great together," Heather said."You've made that perfectly clear, little sister." Leaning forward, Cassie considered her sister and then glanced to where Jake and Kevin were talking and readying their game of pool. "Can I ask you something, sis?" Absolutely."She considered her words carefully, not wanting Heather to jump to conclusions. "When you first met Jake, did you know he was the one?"Heather's eyes widened in surprise. "When we first met? Honestly, no. I mean, I.