I had to jackoff. It would be so much better if one of them was here to fuck, but I just needed relief. I leaned against the wall, reached into my jog...ging shorts and boxers, grabbed my cock, and yanked it out. I stroked my throbbing shaft, groaning.“Need some help with that?” the purring voice of my little sister asked.The precocious fourteen-year-old sauntered into the garage, her hips swaying, tits bouncing. She had her hands behind her back and a huge grin on her lips. Her blue eyes sparkled. Theybegan to suspect something about the old clothes, but whatcould clothes possibly have to do with them changing size?Saturday morning, the day of the party, brought more tests. They tried the clothes on one more time, just to see if theycould catch them in the act of being supernatural. They fitperfectly once again. Unknown to Helen, David left on thepantaloons and chemise under his own clothes for the rest ofthe day. If they would get rid of all his fat, that was finewith him.They spent. Or worse, page forty-five of my log book could have said Seattle, and I’d literally have no rest until I made it home. You don’t get to be picky in my work though, picky people disappear.I started off working with Dave. Pretty simple, listen to the senior guy, don’t make mistakes, and get paid. Nothing was too clear at that point. We just moved crates from point A to point B. The pay for transporting the crates was spectacular.Dave came to my apartment really late one night though, and. Abby looked like she was just trying to fuck the life out of you over there, riding you all slow and sexy." Yeah man, it felt fucking amazing. I can't believe I lasted as long as I did."When the girls came out of the bathroom, there was another huge clap of thunder and through the small basement windows, we saw more lightning. "I wonder what's going on out there," said Mark. "You wanna try calling your dad's cell phone to see what's up where he is?" I asked."That's not a bad idea, Justin. Best.