Apparently, the recently moved out owner had changed the spell. The change was that when a woman, of any age, crossed the threshold into the kitchen, ...the woman's underwear (bra and Panties) would disappear. Then, when they crossed into the dining room, it does not matter what they are wearing, the outfit becomes a white, Blouse, and min skirt.When my son and I are at home by ourselves, our general dress code is a robe, slippers, and little else.My fifteen year old son is quite the scamp. He is. He reached for his niece, his lust raging like a fire in his balls. He spanned her creamy tits as she stepped eagerly toward him. "Unnnn, Crissy!" Aaaaah!" she gasped, her knees buckling as she allowed her uncle to fondle her tits. "Ooooh, Uncle Harry. You're making me cream."Harry didn't believe what was happening. He was playing with his brother's young teenaged daughter and he couldn't stop himself. "Crissy," he groaned, his fingers sinking into the pliant meat of her sweet succulent tits.. .. rationalize it ... um, if we get this done now, I won't have to do it in the morning and ... I'll have time to make a hell of a breakfast instead! If he doesn't insist on doing that, too ... wait, Mike's not going to be here for breakfast, it's not his sleepover... Collette suddenly felt flush.Ooh. Oh god, that felt ... you stop that, my pretty pussy! You're not getting fed tonight. Now let me concentrate and help with this before he does it all himself.Mike washed. Collette dried. As dishes. She waited for my arrival every evening,ever the dutiful girl that I married,and as soon as I got through the door my life took anfantastic turn for the better.She was sitting exactly where I had told her to be and had prepared herself for me to my very exacting standards.My beautiful big breasted lady never disappointed me.I didn't have to utter a word to her such was the understanding we had.With a loving glance and nod of my head in her direction she instantly knew her wifely duties.She.