Anyway nothing happened that night but us all going back to our place and my wife’s BFF passing out on our couch.The next day is when things got cra...zy. My wife came to me and said her and her friend had been talking about going out again. I was down for it as always so we decided to pre game at our place then go out. Needless to say we never made it out. The girls drank a bottle of vodka to themselves and before I knew it they were talking about how my wife’s friend met a guy on tinder and that. “Sorry,” he says, towel tied around his waist. Has he gotten taller? His arms seem thicker, his shoulders more broad, stomach hard and toned, dark hair still wet.“Watch where you’re going,” Aurora complains, dodging his suddenly overwhelming body.“Sorry your highness,” he retorts with sarcasm. He wonders why she’s always such a bitch to him, but can’t help watching her ass as she walks down the hall.Isaac remembers the moment he realized Aurora was turning into a woman. She was sixteen, and. It was hard to gage his age but she thought he should be in his early 40s. A face with strong but not memorable features. And suddenly she couldn’t help herself. Her urge overcame her, she wasn’t thinking, this was pure instinct as she moved closer and put her hand right onto his leg, towards his inner thigh. He didn’t jump, to her surprise he hardly moved his head and for one brief moment his eyes looked like the red eye effect in a bad photo. “that must have been something else” she thought. They drove out of the city limits and then took a dirt road for perhaps fifteen minutes before arriving at a ramshackle house bordering a corn field. Bob and Muffin were marched to the door of the house which opened to receive them. They were taken to a large room located in the back of the place that was illuminated by a number of lanterns and revealed a large battered mattress in the center. Standing around the mattress were a number of figures also wearing ski masks. A muffled voice.