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I put one drop on each wrist, and told her to rub them together. She did so and then smelled them, "Smells kind of oily." she said. "It takes a few minuted to warm up" I told her. "Go ready yourself." I told Melisa, and she ran off to the bathroom with instructions to shower, shave and wait for me. Not long later, Emily was glassy eyed and seemed Big Tits only in partial control of here head as she played on the living room floor. Thinking she was not being watched, I would catch her quickly giving her nipples a pinch, or rubbing her hand across the crotch of her jeans, not seeming to understand why. When Melisa emerged from the shower, I took in her body, her breasts were as perky as could be, and capped with smallish pink areolas, and lovely large red nipples that seemed to have ideas of their own. "Wear this" I told her, and she dressed. Black stockings, held up by the garters of a lovely, lacy black merry widow that could do nothing to hide her spectacular tits, nipples unrestrained by the simple fabric. The panties did equally little to hide the freshly shaved pussy that was quickly creating a small damp spot. "Here." I said handing her the 5 inch black patent leather heels that brought her closer to my height. Her make up had already been done, a soccer mom meets high priced call girl sort of look. "Now go get her dressed." I stated, and handed her a small bag of cloths as she rushed off. I waited impatiently for what seemed like hours, but was merely minutes. I removed my dress and let it fall to the floor, before picking it up and folding it. I stood in a emerald green corset, which cause my breasts to stand alert, nipples uncovered. The tiny nipples at the end were nothing compared to Melisa's, but I liked them. The black thigh high stockings hung to defy gravity, leaving nothing to obscure the wax job Monique had done on my crotch. I put on my jewel green stilettos that were wholly inappropriate for a second grade teacher, close to 6 inches, and a metallic heel that made me almost 6'3". She returned with the prize, Emily was wearing an outfit I made for her, the benefits of learning from a seamstress mother. A pure white merry widow of satin and silk, with the garters holding up stockings of equally pure white, that were still almost too big for her thin legs. She seemed more mature with the 4 inch heels in softcore white satin giving some more womanly shape to her legs, it was only her absent titties that gave it away. Her prepubescent mound looked little different from mine or her mothers, and the potion had done it's work, with the engorgement of her labia causing them to protrude in an unnaturally erotic manor. Her hair was pulled back tight i a high masturbation ponytail, and she walked in an unsteady manor, thanks to the heels and the potion. Her mother did her makeup, crimson lips, pink over the eyes, and she looked like an angelic little princess, something from the nightmares of Disney. As she entered the bedroom, both of my girls were ready, and I would use them to my wishes. A couple of more drops of potion on Melisa, and she was nearly catatonic, something like a horny drunk, but with better motor control. Emily was simply confused, horny, and willing to do anything asked, but not really understanding what her own body was doing. I put mom on the bed, and told her to play with her titties for us. She scooped each out in turn, and started to pinch and pull her nipples with abandon, as her legs spread without thinking. "Your mommy is sexy isn't she?" “Well, slut, shall we get to school and have fun?” I asked her. It was firm, warm and wet; it tenderly touched masturbation mine and swirled around it with passion. Ryan was late home one evening and he told me that he’d registered us with a new doctor. John asked. Doesn’t Mr Berkley activate the alarm when he locks up downstairs?” I asked while watching him straighten up. I stacked the dead stuff in a pile about three feet high and two yards across and covered the mound of kindling with two or three feet of Evergreen sprigs. My name is Don. I was knackered and Jon told me to go straight to bed. “And I am enjoying it very much. They didn’t as much break up as Big Tits decide softcore they’d be better friends than anything else. I could hear giggling from the other side of the wall.