When we arrived at the Airport I was getting lots of appreciative stares from the local, I am 5’4 size 8, I have long blonde hair, which is normally...up in a ponytail, and I have perfect 32b breasts. I had chosen to wear a very short skirt and a vest top for the journey and I could feel their eyes stripping me as I walked across the airport.We decided to skip the coach transfer and headed straight for a Taxi, the Taxi driver was about late forties and had a big grin on his face when he saw me. She rolled up her loose long sleeve. Her left forearm glowed under the light. Then it changed. It morphed. It transitioned like putty into a long single rust red and white tentacle. She curled it around a nearby vase and lifted it up, demonstrating the strength. I had to have been seeing things, but then this tentacle touched me.A warm, fleshy, weight landed on my skin and I knew it instantly. It had touched me before. It had been inside me. It wanted to return and I, shocked and aroused at. Mai to tujhe baccha samajhti thi, par tu to bahoot bada hogaya hai, aur mard ban gaya hai.Fir wo mere lund ko hath lagane lagi, aur ghutno ke bal baith ke pass se mere lovde ko dekhne lagi, aur wo kuch bol rahi thi. Utne me maine apna lund uske mooh me ghusa diya, aur uske mooh ko chodna shuru kardia.Wo ekdum chauk gayi, aur apna mooh chudane ki koshish karne lagi, par mai uska seer jam ke pakad ke rakha tha, aur usse bolne laga,Me: Le sali randi, bahoot pasand aaya na tujhe mera lund. Le ab. Maggie mused somewhat. ‘It must be you being here. She never calls me Lady Margaret as a rule. Makes us sound like Gwen Comberford’s lot.’ When Richard arrived, he had hardly sat down when Maggie announced. ‘Gwen Comberford is after Abby’s money.’ ‘Thought so!’ He turned to Abby. ‘What do you think about that?’ For Abby the answer was simple. ‘Not a chance!’ ‘Good.’ Richard seemed pleased. Abby had been thinking about this for some time, and was quite aware that if, and at the moment it was.