I had always had a bit of a crush on him, but never pursued. He ended up with a bottle of vodka, my drink. We drank it up, and by the bottom of the bo...tle I was quite drunk and stoned. He started rubbing my thigh, making me a bit wet. We were just sitting there watching TV and he would randomly comment on something sexual. All the thoughts of sex, both with George and Frank, were making me horny. I still hadn’t kissed a guy, still hadn’t been touched by anybody but my George. Frank started. I realised she must truly love me to feel she could include me in this and not worry Id run for the hills. Who was I to question weather this was right or wrong. This is the woman I love. And I was about as accepted by the family as anyone could get. Sasha lapped at my balls and shaft, tracing her tongue around its entire surface cleaning up any trace of my load. I watched Bill fuck his daughters face, holding her head with two hands now, I could see by his face he was close. Sarah quickened. Each small bud heaves outward, pushing further and further. My nipples widen and become fuller, harder. My new breasts sit perched upon my new body. Each one ripe, mature with age. Scars and moles appear on different areas. A linear scar appears above my thinning pubic hair, ears become pierced. I am taking her life. She sits, mouth gaping at me. The changes stop and I know that I am almost complete as a woman. She sat trembling on the bed in disbelief, her eyes wide and filled with. Let me explain, I am a 50ish Hispanic female with 36d breasts and am 5 foot 6inches weighing in at about 145. I have always enjoyed sex, and have been happily married since I was 25. Before getting married I was a bit wild, having tried many of the basic sex things, 2 guys, a girl, and many different positions. But this past year I do not know what has gotten into me. My husband knows about everything, and it really excites him. Let me explain: I started out doing a little flashing to.