. He felt stunned by the impact of his own lewd thought. As if it were a man's cock! That was the thought that leaped into his head and drummed persis...ently at his consciousness."Mike, could you help me please!" she called out suddenly, and he found himself rushing over to her, glad of the chance to be near her again. She was hunched over one of the milk tube clusters which was lying on the ground, and Mike's eyes were drawn, as if by a magnet, to the exciting split between the tops of her. He noticed that the drive must be doing well as the large box was almost full with wrapped toys. As John walked away from the box he began to feel strange. His body started shrinking as his chest started to swell. He started to walk back over to the old man, but he stumbled. His shoes had become high heels and he had lost his balance. As he tried to stand up, strands of long blonde hair fell into his face. As he brushed them away, he looked down to see that he was now wearing the same. Pointing at a stool in the corner, he told me to sit there. She emerged from the shower almost ten minutes later, covered in a white bathrobe. Whether she even saw me I don’t know, for she went straight towards Daddy and fell to her knees on the carpet, playing with the string of his pyjama. I winced as his ugly, white-haired cock emerged, floppy in her hand. She bent to work, licking that soft shaft with as good an approximation of real desire as I’ve ever seen. He pushed back the robe from. He was a five hour train ride away which promised an extra sort of anonymity. It seemed a chance to go and do something reckless. For once I actually started contemplating it.We both talked about rough sex and shared the same tastes in the porn we watched. Just thinking of getting on that train heading south turned me on.All of a sudden I agreed to it, against every principle I'd ever had. I'd go down there, get a hotel for the night, he could come over and we'd have an intense consensually.