This all started when I came home from school early one afternoon, dad wasn’t in the downstairs room so I thought he was in his office in the attic,...as I needed to ask him something I went up looking for him, when I reached the top of the stairs I froze, and had to bite my hand to stop him hearing my gasp, daddy was completely naked coming out of the bathroom drying his hair, my eyes were fixed on his penis which was sticking right out in front of him, as he walked it bobbed a little, it looked. John was horny and becoming more resentful. Just sitting next to Lourdes was enough to get his cock to harden. Why couldn't they at least try it once? He knew that Lourdes wasn't on the pill, but he didn't have any problems using a condom. Shit, he didn't care? He'd put one on. Shit, he'd get a vasectomy if it would help him get into Lourde's pants. He was getting sick of hand jobs. He got the opportunity to shoot his nut, but it wasn't the same. He wanted to feel himself inside the tight, wet. So I gave you a dandelion,because they make your wishes come true." Zane shook. "Are you saying that I wished for this? To be a littlegirl?" "Didn't you?" "I don't know," said Zane. "I was feeling nostalgic for mychildhood, and I was reading one of my favorite children's books inthe library, and I was thinking about how much I enjoyed playing withyou this afternoon, and when I stood up, I was a little girl." "Then you wished to be able to play with me!" "Yes, I guess I did," mused Zane. . Nobody is allowed but them, but you could talk to them after the rite.’ All pieces fell into place in Jane’s thought: the five buyers were most likely the shapeshifters who once impersonated Elizabeth’s ghost lovers, shapeshifters prefer to pay by cash (and if they operate in countries in which a piece of ID is required to open a bank account, they may have no choice), and the only reason a group of people may overpay a poultry pen and its surroundings is to conceal a secret. ‘John,’ Jane.