She sputtered and spit around my rather thick cock (six and a quarter inches long, but five and three quarters inches around) as I pummeled her thick ...ips. She had great, dick sucking lips that stretched over my cock as she pulled away on the out-stroke. Her glasses kept getting bounced up her forehead, into her hair. She kept hitting her hands on the bed, and kind of grunting around the meat in her mouth. I deposited my cum in her mouth, and she swallowed it, then slapped me on the arm, and. ..she didn't want him to think that she was sluttish.She finally stood up, and saw her reflection in her dressing-table mirror, with the flannel pyjama top all scrunched-up so that it didn't cover her much at all. She could see the triangle of hair at the space between the top of her thighs; she wasn't certain, but there was something different maybe...the shade was perhaps more brownish than her normal black, and the hair didn't seem to be as bushy and long, but rather shorter and finer. Maybe. Sam ascended the wall with great agility, punched the red buzzer and propelled gracefully back to the bottom, landing with a bounce. Of course she could do anything perfectly. ‘Ok Ronnie, you’re next,’ I heard Gemma saying. ‘Oh..uh…no, I-I don’t think…’ I stammered. There was no way I was going up that wall. Gemma walked towards me with the harness outstretched to me. ‘Come on, it’s not that hard. Climb, hit the buzzer, and then push yourself off from the wall.’ I began to protest again, but a. Enjoy your new features, Mr. Peterson."I nodded and smiled. "Well, alright." I then tapped the "Transform" taband saw the new features. I tapped "Clothing". When it loaded anotherwindow popped up and read, "Transforming clothing: In order to transformclothing please be wearing the exact number of items to be transformed.For instance, socks will become socks or pantyhose, underwear topanties, jeans/shorts to jeans/skirts etc. undershirts to bras etc. etc.etc. The process is much like that of.