Libby Williams was conducting a forty strong choir singing carols at the village hall during the afternoon of Christmas Eve. Hermoine and Bruno had be...n dragooned into it. Court's father played the piano. The majority of the choir went to midnight mass that night so pleased were they with their singing. It was a rousing service.On Christmas Day the Crown was open for drinks and snacks closing after the Queen's Speech. It seemed that the entire village was there. Very few of the regular diners. " Bill exclaimed as he looked down at Howard, the amazement obvious in his face. "I'd heard about you Howard, but..." He shook his head and said, "My mother in law got a similar treatment... Turned into a teenage girl." That's nice," Howard sighed, rolling his eyes slightly and wishing that he'd gotten off so easily."Um... so," Bill started, obviously as uncomfortable as Howard and a bit unsure of what to say, "Going out for a smoke?"Howard just shook his head, giving a wry grin, "No. I figured. Last summer, while I was cleaning his forever messy room, I came across his stash of nude magazines. The voluptuous ladies on the covers led me to believe that he was very much interested in women. Most of those women had body types very similar to my own; full lush breasts, trim waists, and curvaceous child-bearing hips. I couldn't help but wonder if my randy little man had ever felt the full weight of a woman's breast, or the soft curve of her ass. Would he know his way around a real woman's. She turned her head into his chest accepting her man deep inside. The moans she let out were light and of pleasure as he gently went in and out, the glides became easier and deeper each time. She pulled on him more as he thrust into her more vigorously. His head came up as if he was howling at the moon and she began bucking back into him even more. The pace quickened as they pumped at each other eagerly. She bit her bottom lip as he felt her wetness flow. The sounds were clearer as their.