John remembered that he had the cash from the President’s widow, so decided that Tom and Bronwyn deserved 500 dollars of it. He dug it out to hand t...o Tom. He encountered a problem with that. Tom was offended at the idea of payment for helping a colleague. Having failed to persuade Tom to accept money from him, John handed the five hundred dollars to Bronwen. “Bronwen, you will find a use for this money, won’t you? Tom doesn’t seem to want it. Your clothing allowance could probably do with a. But of course any position doesn't stay great forever."You mind if we switch to cow girl," I asked."Sure, no one just wants missionary. I like cow girl," Judy replied.Then we switched positions. She was on her knees bouncing up and down rapidly. She was more determined to make us both have great orgasms. She even grabbed her own boobs and began pinching her nipples. I began finger fucking her softly. That's when I noticed that her pussy really started to get wet."Oh yeah Gil. Finger fuck your. " She sighed. "Too bad we never lived in the same place after that." Why?"She blushed. "Well, after spending our last night in Venice making out, it would have been nice to, um, explore more."I wrapped my shawl tight around my sleeveless shoulders, fluttered my eyelashes at her, and put on my best Scarlett O'Hara voice. "Why, Cousin Lisa, whatever do you mean?"The elevator doors opened, and we stopped talking as we crossed the lobby and asked the bellman to hail a cab.As he walked away to. "They sent me to fetch somenew ones. That mini in the window looks nice."Three hours later, Gordon was dressed in lacy panties and askimpy but strong bra, a soft leather miniskirt, and a verythin silk blouse, and standing in 4 inch heels. He did looklike a knockout, he thought. He wondered what his stockbroker friend would think. He'd have to look him up before hechanged back. Wait. Why not surprise him now? He had plentyof time to get the spell reversed. He thought the brokerwould.