The magic was working! Carissa watched with satisfaction, as Curt's clothes became a feminine business suit virtually identical to the one she was alr...eady wearing. Sport coat became feminine blazer, slacks became short skirt, dress shoes became high heels, socks became nylons, undershirt became bra, and underwear became panties.Meanwhile, on the bed, Curt was moaning loudly with pleasure. Through his moans, Carissa could tell that the pitch of his voice had already risen into that of a sexy. . Gya upar n bell kiya .. Tho aunty na door open kiya. (aunty use to know me by ) aunty : muja dhak k kya hua ?Me : ( aunty ko dhak k i was shock aunty ka boobs dhik rha tha wo uska gujrati style mai phena hua sadi sa unka boobs dhik rha tha .. N she was daam fair . ) [thoda sad face ] aunty mena galti sa app k bedroom mai ball maar hai tho pls app wo ball do na ..Aunty : kya ? Kabhi mara ? Muja tho pata bhi nahi .Me : aunty abhi just wo galti sa mena thoda fast shot maara isliya . Aunty pls wo. ’ Joe stopped washing mid pan. ‘Five grand?’ he exclaimed, ‘That’s insane!’ ‘No. Believe me its worth it.’ Sal replied, ‘I had an economy model once, you know the kind, the inflatable naked cartoon lookin’ lady. Well, after sockin’ it to her five or six times, I I split a couple seams open-‘ Salvatore began to laugh the rest of his story out. ‘Pretty soon, I had her all covered in duct tape. Me, I got enough in the bank. Maybe I’ll get me one of them five grand jobs!’ Joe cocked an eyebrow at. I knew he was weak, and I knew his weaknesses. I was going to break him, it was just going to take a little work. Once in his apartment I set my bags in his room. He told me that he would just sleep on the couch since he normally did anyways. I of course wasn't going to take that for an answer. Having a little time before we had to leave, I started to clean his bachelor pad. The beer bottles, dishes and piles of laundry, left an awful odor. We left for the restaurant, teasing each other about.