So - as I doubted they were involved - it hadto be some key to the mystery. Of course, I had no guarantee I found outabout scheme of the curse, but I ...as pretty sure that it was one and anattempt to solve this case was a relief to my tarnished sanity.This what bothered me much was how I was adjusting to this new situation.I knew Marta as rather girly girl and I was afraid that after barely 24hours after my transformation many people would doubt who I used to be.Of course, thirteen year old. It made my cock jump with excitement. You slid into the car and moved over so I could get in. My two friends got into the front seats. We started down the road, when you and I started kissing and putting our hands all over each other. Your hands moved down to feel my throbbing cock through my pants. I could see your eyes widen with excitement. Without words your eyes told me you wanted it, and wanted it right now. You took my hand and slid it under your skirt to show me just how excited you. I say Raffaele’s cock initially hurt with some discomfortable pressure then some waves of pleasure but that I had no concept of time or place. I ask Hank, “Did you experience Raffaele.” He says, “Yes, it fucking hurt and turned me off to anal – anal should never hurt like that!”After some more conversation about Raffaele, I ask him does he remember anything else about me that evening. He tells me that he remembers me sucking some of Raffaele’s friends and them cumming on me. (This explains all. I know all about your hair-trigger cock." I..." Jack said very weakly.Sylvia knew she had to be careful of her timing. Any moment now the cornered husband might go back to the attack. Turning toward Angela, Sylvia said contemptuously, "You two make me sick. Both of you whine about the other but neither one does anything constructive. It's not all Jack's fault, Angela, didn't it ever occur to you that you might be able to do something about his little problem? He's so hot to go he shoots his.