”She placed the pack in her right hand down the top of her blouse. “This should warm them up.” Then she began opening the other pack. She slid t...he cellophane off and placed it on the table.“Things could get a little messy. Do you have something to put things in we don’t want?”He got up and got a couple of glasses from the kitchen, then quickly went back to the couch.“I’m so glad you like this. Let’s open this up and see what we’ve got.” She jiggled the pack, then opened the box top and slid out. And he knew it was wrong. One of my hands was on the table between his thighs, I could feel his cock growing larger. Oh, that long cock had grown out to the edge of the towel. The towel had shifted, I could see the edge of his butt poking through.I slid off of him, the towel slipped to the side, revealing to me his thigh.He looked up, catching sight of me, naked, and pulled the covering back over himself.He paused, unable to look away from me. At first he saw my eyes, shining out of my pale. "You ... This isn't what I wanted!" It's what I wanted," she smiled, gripping his hand and tossing back her dark red hair. The white streak was still at her temples. She had considered getting rid of it along with her power, but in the end she had decided not to. She still wanted to feel different, unique, and her streak would be a symbol of that.The other difference- the bad one- was gone now. She had rid herself of it. It had to be so, she reminded herself. She could touch him now, kiss him,. It makes me mad too," he said, explaining the bet they had made that morning."That's unfair," Tom protested. "You have no chance." Oh, I think I'll manage," John said with a grin. "But that's not important now. Would you really like to get back at him somehow?" Yeah, I suppose I would," Tom replied. "Even though he's really my best friend, he needs to learn a lesson. Why, do you know something I don't?" Well, I'm not sure about that," John said, hedging and suddenly feeling very nervous. "But I.
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