?Yes.?Hal went first. Naked below the waist he slid between her now cramping legs and put the head of his rather large cock where the fun begins. Then...he slowly push his hips and glided up inside her. Her sigh was positively wanton.The mixture we had injected into her vagina lubricated his way and coated his cock with the same heavy fluid that was making her hips buck. He waited a few moments until I saw the smile light his face. He was feeling the stimulant now. He started rocking and soon she. I thought it might have been the single beer I had, but alas when I looked at my hands, they started to turn long and feminine. By this time I was so freaked out that I had to leave, I jumped into a cab, my pants four sizes too big for me right now (Lets not even discuss into my now tiny feet) and raced home. Course, by the time I got home, I had long since forgotten all about Trisha and my body had once again taken on the appearance of my ‘manly’ frame. I guess now that I think of it, people. ’ And she instantly thought of the woman as a slut. She stopped her song abruptly when her father shook his head, and glance up at the 3rd level of their home. Where her room was. She began the music once more, trying to keep her eyes away from the window, which gave view to her father climbing out of the pool, after swimming a few laps, grabbing a towel from a small table, and walking inside. She heard a door open and shut gently. She heard footsteps on the bamboo floors, and then heard the. So what?" I didn't want to do it in front of you, Harry." I'd be a gentleman and look away. Anyway, you have an eight-pack of kitchen rolls in your trolley. We could clear up any mess." I'm afraid that you might think less of me, Harry?" Why? Because I know you go to the toilet? I'm not THAT inexperienced, Marjorie. I know your body works like most people." It wouldn't make a difference to what you feel for me?" No, Marjorie. I love you, but as a real woman, not a goddess on a pedestal. Like.