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Meanwhile, Veronica closed the door to Tammy’s room and undressed herself down to panties and her lace bra. She had a figure to die for, but only wanted to give it to Tammy’s delight. Tammy used to be interested in men only, but a few drunken nights with Veronica changed her mind and sexuality.
Veronica stood over her passed out lover and studied Tammy’s curves. The young blonde was deliciously feminine, curvy, and vulnerable. Veronica wanted to climb over Tammy’s body and sixty-nine her right then and there. The only problem was that Tammy wouldn’t be awake to reciprocate the pleasure. Veronica studied Tammy’s slightly pulled aside panties and licked her lips at the fleshy invitation. Absently, Veronica’s fingers traveled down to her own wet box and struggled to fit inside. Her breathing became shallow as she stood by Tammy and masturbated herself.
Tom opened the door without knocking and stuck his head inside the room. “Is she still sleeping?” he asked in a whisper. Veronica, now completely vulnerable and embarrassed, pulled her hand free and covered herself sparsely with her outstretched hands. Her luscious butt stuck out when her thigh crossed over the other one to hide her sex.
“Get out of here, you pervert!” she shrilled. Veronica accentuated her anger by throwing a bed pillow at the door. Tom sheepishly left again and closed the door. Veronica, now in a fit of rage and vengefulness, tossed on one of Tammy’s robes and fished out a weird-looking handgun from her purse. She eyed the power button near the trigger and turned on the device. It hummed with power and lit up the room in a soft green light. She smiled wickedly and went to go find the intruding peeping Tom.
As she left the room, her footsteps barely made the floorboards of the upstairs creek as she went to go find Tom. She found him in his bedroom stripping down to his white under shirt and black athletic shorts. Before he could shield himself, he saw Veronica at the doorway, aiming a glowing device in his direction.
“What the hell?” he stammered.
“This is for being a dick,” she hissed, and pulled the trigger. The dark-haired beauty flooded his room with an eerie green glow as the gun fired its beam. The laser light hit Tom right in the chest and instantly shrank him down to the size of his own thumb at normal size.
Suddenly everything in his room was monstrously big. His dresser was a skyscraper, while his bed was practically the size of an NFL football stadium. His carpeting now became an obstacle course in rounded burber fibers.
Also towering over his head was the sultry houseguest, Veronica. She looked down at Tom and chuckled. “Now you really are a Tom Thumb. Since Tammy is still passed out, its time to have some fun with you, little man,” she cheered. Tom raced under his bed as Veronica’s massive outstretched hand tried to clutch at him. She missed him because Tom was one of the fastest runners on the track team at school. Without stopping his sprint, he raced to the head of the bed near the wall. Veronica was still trying to snatch him near the foot of his queen-sized bed.
Frustrated, Veronica shoved his bed aside, hoping to expose the little prey underneath. When she finally pushed it out of the way, however, he was nowhere to be seen. Her eyes darted around the room, hoping to spy him before he could leave his own bedroom. She silently admitted to herself that this game was arousing her. Even though she enjoyed the company of Tammy, she had devilish thoughts of using Tom’s little body to penetrate and satisfy her wanton pussy’s needs.
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