What's next?
Any answers the question
I pondered my answer a bit. It seemed as if the skirt was tightening and lengthening mummifying her legs. As I stood there Gretchens impatience seemed more obvious. I decided to just get a simple coffee and try and adjust my panties in the booth.
I meekly ordered "Just cream, 2 sugars, maple syrup." Gretchen nodded and pointed towards a booth. It sat next to a floor-to-ceiling window. The traffic outside was busier than ever. It must be the newly opened mall, I thought. I waddled off, finding it difficult to move in the skirt. Sitting down in the booth, Amy stared in awe as the ghost gets Gretchen's ....
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