She told me to look. I did. I was a black haired version ofFarrah Fawcett. That was my hair. I could feel the hair brush my neckand forehead. It felt... good even on my ears. I just stared. Hell, thatwas all me. That was Cindy.I sat there stunned. For a few moments I was confused. That wasn?t me,but it was. The girl in the mirror was me, but I?m not a girl. This washow people would see me, but not me Cindy. But I was Cindy. I wasn?toverly beautiful, but I was most assuredly a good looking girl.. We both then laughed, before i glanced back down the shop and saw her father still stuck behind the counter serving someone, and then looking back at Eva i said "Look your fathers kind of busy up the front there. So why don't we pop back to your store room back there, and let me see if i can find your best before date?"Eva chuckled and then replied "Is that the best chat up line you've got?" No. I could have asked if you were willing to take 100% off?" i then replied, which made Eva laugh. Suddenly, Toothwork reared and lunged forward, gripping her rib cage with his forepaws. He wrapped his paws around her, under her sweaty breasts. He was clinging so tight that there was no way she could wrestle herself free, even if she wanted to. Mentally gasping, she felt his burgeoning cock harden and press against her swollen labia. His haunches bucked. Because she was already wide open and wet from Rusty, he had no problem finding her gaping fuckhole with his cock. With no hesitation he. “It looks like Sandy likes you quite a bit,” I remarked. “And Matt seems to like you as well,” Frank responded. I had to agree. Frank looked at me. He took my hand in his and squeezed it. “If you want to fuck Matt’s brains out, that's okay with me,” he said, “so long as you don’t mind me doing the same with Sandy.” I didn’t say a word in response. My mind was aflutter with mixed emotions. We took our drinks back to alcove where Sandy was situated next to her husband on the couch. I turned and.