I decided the time was right to slip outside and, nude, make my way carefully in the dark away from the tethered horses and into the night. I willed t...e shapechange, and in heartbeats, I was a b**st. The rest I do not care to remember, other than it was still not enow; the bodies were cold, unfulfilling. Thus, I returned, my savagery unmitigated – perchance even worsened out of frustration –managing again (or so I thought) to remain undetected as I slid, shaking with cold and fury, back inside. Her nude body looked back, a perfect reflection of what she looked like. She had red, shoulder length hair, C cup breasts that had puffy areolas, and had a thatch of red pubic hair that covered her crotch. She though to herself that she needed to look a little younger to be in character, but didn’t want to not be herself. So she changed her hair to a pony tail and got rid of the pubic hair. That was better.Now to the outfit. The app had a wide selection of school themed outfits. She flicked. Tu bhosda banaega meri choot ka chutiye. Chod mujhe poori takat se aur dikha kitna dum hai tere laude mei maa-dar-chor. Choooddddd mujhee. Ooohhhhhh Rajeev. Meenal se bohot jalan ho rahi hai mujhe abhi. Teri ye chinaal bohot lucky hai saali randi. Ise tu roz pelta hoga appne lund se. Aaj mujhe bhi deewana ban aliya tune apne lund ka dalley. Choooddddd naaaaa.Rajeev: Meenal ki to main choot gaand sab kholta hun randi. Aaj uski bagal mei tujhe chodne ka maza hi kuch aur hai. Kaash Meenal thoda. Mike grabbed the back of my head and pushed his cock down my throat, further and further telling me not to stop. I could feel his dick at the back of my throat further than any other cock had traveled. I continued to massage his balls and suck his dick gasping for air. Then his cock erupted, more cum than I had ever seen or felt, shot after shot after shot. I swallowed as fast as I could, but the cum was dripping from my mouth and onto my own cock which I was feverishly stroking with my left.