As they moved through the front ranks of people, Ankneela saw that there was a large fire burning to the left of the space. To the right was what look...d like an altar. Standing near the altar were the witch woman and her acolyte, though they did not appear to be in control of this event, merely honored spectators.In the center stood one of what Ankneela had come to call “the feathered-ones” - a statuesque older woman d****d in a cloak that was completely covered in white feathers. She had seen. I'd started to suspect it a coupleof years earlier, and I was pretty sure by then, but I hadn't toldanybody yet, except for some friends I'd made online.Another thing I hadn't told Andrew before, that hadn't ever beenrelevant to our friendship until now, was that I was attracted to guys.But now Andrew and Evan were both seriously hot, which was making ithard to concentrate on what they were saying."Hey," Andrew said when they'd finished telling me about all the peoplethey'd seen transformed,. Meanwhile, I simply kept my mouth open and licked to lubricate his shaft.He kept on digging for two whole minutes when I felt my maxi being unbuttoned. This guy was flexible enough to arch backward and take my double DD breasts out to play with them. Popping out one at a time, he started pinching my erect pink nipples. This narrowed down the possibilities to two dicks.“It can’t be my husband.”I had this disappointing thought while I gently tapped my hand on the side, touching my husband. I moaned quietly as I ran my hands over my perky, breasts and turned to the side to look at my ass in the mirror, before running my hands over my womb knowing I wouldn't keep this figure once I started showing I was pregnant again.Life had been difficult since my divorce. My daughter actually hated me as a mother, and blamed me for ruining her perfect life and moved away in disgust with her friends. It was a huge struggle trying to keep this dark secret at bay that I was fucking my own son and.