"Where the fuck have you been you little cunt? D'you know the cops are looking for you? The bastards have been here twice already". "Sorry mate" I sai... a bit embarressed "You know what it's like there. Can I crash here tonight?Paul looked at me less angry now, feeling for my plight. "Alright. Doubt they will be back again tonight" he said. "But you can't crash in my room, I've got a tart in there. And Mic's got one in the living room" he said. He turned round and walked down the hall to Nicolas. Sitting across the table from her I felt uncomfortable. Uncomfortable because, while I held her tiny panties in my hand and wanted more than anything to fuck her, I knew that I had to act responsibly. But for the life of me I couldn’t help wondering what she was wearing under the short, blue denim mini skirt and yellow, baggy sweater. It was obvious that she wasn’t wearing tights for her legs, still with the last of the tan she’d had got when we had a family hoIiday in Egypt, were bare. They. As the evening went on, she was really nice to Sharon, complementing her on her clothes, her food etc. She told us both to call her Jen, a nice move as I couldn’t then get caught out by my familiarity with Jen. She asked about holidays, and Sharon explained how me not getting holiday from work was a real pain and meant she had to go with her parents alone. She actually sounded like she didn’t want to go without me! After dinner we moved to the lounge and Jen sat opposite me. Sharon said she’d. "You know the rules. Kindness has no place here. You WILL do your worstto Steve, or I SHALL DO MY WORST TO YOU!" O... O... OK!!" cried Rachel.Rachel stared daggers at me, as if this was all my fault.I suddenly felt my body returning to its normal size, well almost. I wasnow just slightly shorter than Rachel. But that was no big deal to mereally.It was then that I began to feel a weight growing on my chest, a majorone. As I peered down, two massive globes of meaty flesh were sitting onme. I had.