You go outside to wait for Mitch. It's nice weather, so you sit in the rocker and wait.
Ten minutes later, Mitch pulls up in his Beamer. He hops out of the car, then reaches back inside and takes a box of condoms out of the glove box, and locks the car.
He's an optimist you think, if he expects to use that whole box. You smirk. You finger your wand, as he half runs up the walkway. He's sporting a major bulge, and the box is of Magnum XL condoms. You grin.
"Hey, Mitch, Tiffany's in the living room waiting for you. Go right in," you say aim the wand and wishing. Mitch is oblivious to his growing bulge, the condoms will now be two sizes too small, as his growing cock strains his jeans.
"Twerp, beat it!" he snarls. He makes a fist, glares at you, and glances at the door. He's so horny now. Should he pound you first or get laid first. Decisions, decisions - but they aren't his to make.
"Hm, now there's an idea?"