Wilson was seated in one of the chairs and faced us as we walked in."Close the door, Maria," he said softly and my mom obeyed. "Ah Manny, nice to see ...ou." Hello," I said plainly."Did you enjoy your birthday party?" Yes. It was very nice of you to do that. I am very grateful."He waved a hand dismissing my thanks. "It was my pleasure." Would you like a drink? Scotch? Whisky?" Mr. Wilson asked me.I looked at mom who came to stand by his chair. She didn't look at me."I'm not old enough to drink,. So many guys blab about getting pussy, and never get a second chance.This time, I took her advice, so I wanted to draw out the experience. I avoided the obvious, her clit. It was standing there just begging to be licked. Her pussy was still gaping, and leaking a mixture of both of our juices. I lapped up as much as that as I could, Dee sighed and moaned gently, I frenched her pussy, before going on a recon over the rest of the territory. My tongue took a long lick over her smooth hairless. We continued to walk toward a staircase on the left hand side of the room, Phadora said “You will live here when the transformation is complete.” “Really. Here. In This House?” I asked, she nodded. “Cool” I said. Once up the stairs we turned left into more double doors once though them she said “wait here” “OK” I replied. So I sat down on the old wooden red velvet couch it was comfortable. Five minutes later, Phadora came back and said “Come with me.” So I followed her though the big black. It was the perfect setting.Our lips parted. I relaxed my grasp and took a step or two back. I regarded the beauty in my arms as my hands rested on her shapely hips. The water sluiced between her tits, flowed in a translucent sheet down her flat stomach, and gathered into a river as it left her body. It formed a thick stream flowing down from her pussy, drawing my eyes to the dark triangle at the juncture of her legs.Patrice cleared her throat to get my attention. With agonizing slowness, I.