.. “What happened last night?” he asked as he sat down on my bed. Okay, more like flopped on my bed. Now, I am definitely wide awake. How could I ...ossibly explain what happened last night without losing my best friend? “I'm still drunk,” he said. He was eying my blanket, I had it pulled up over my breasts. He grabbed the blanket and pulled it from me. Not quickly, but slowly, like he was unwrapping a present. “Just as I thought. Is there a reason that your naked under there,” he asked. There. "I know about you, Mr. Ryan. I know about your dressing as a woman." Ifroze and dropped a glass. Instantly I felt my face burning."OH fuck," I blurted. Then looking at the mess, "Shit." Andrew jumpedup to help me clean up, grabbing paper towels and kneeling beside megingerly began to pick up glass."I'm so sorry to scare you," he said as we cleaned up. "Your secret issafe with me." Jesus Andrew. Why tell me then?" Now my fright and shame was comingout as annoyance and anger."Because, you. The new lips were engorged withblood. Thick, puffy black lips with small, pink spots.On his chest, his breasts began to swell. He grasped them roughly withhis soft hands, massaging away the pain as best as he could. The areolawidened, pulling the nipple with it until they were twice as thick as ahuman woman's nipple. They pushed out from his areola, a quarter thelength of the udder's nipples. He could feel the weight of his breastsas they grew, sliding against his furry chest until they. In the bedroom, however, Frances was now getting the fucking of her life. Bevan fucked her slow, fast, hard, soft, delivering his full repertoire of skill over the next two hours. After he had made her squirt twice, he finally unloaded into her pussy. Afterwards, they fell asleep in a state of exhaustion. Frances was not into relationships, but she would definitely be coming back to savour the enjoyment that this ugly man had given her. The following morning after breakfast, Bevan once more.