The first evening after that sonogram and after dinner Eugenie started to behave differently. The ‘matter of fact’ tonality changed. She became sw...eter, her voice softer. I noticed the flannel shirts disappeared, and different things, feminine things, started appearing later in the evenings. She was still working all day, but after the sonogram she started helping me grade papers. She did the general math class.Then it happened. One night, I suppose it was about a week after the sonogram just. He could see the brown liver spots on her hands. He saw the clearish fluid leaking from the slit of the black dick. He thought he could see it pulsing.“What are you doing?” His voice squeaked. His throat was dry. He convulsively swallowed several times. He felt a twitching in his suit pants.“I’m going to suck his cock, Kevin! You know you love how I suck your cock. And remember! I always swallow, Kevin! Always!”With that, she took the cock in her mouth. It was a thing alive, pulsing. Her mouth. My pussy was still bald, but I couldn't be mistaken for a teenager anymore. My tits had somehow grown to the size of baseballs, and were nearly as spherical. The fact that they hadn't been resisting years of gravity made them almost impossibly round and perky. My tiny nipples (still hard!) jutted out from the upper half of my growing breasts. My hips were also wider, and my waist maybe a bit skinnier, but nothing as radical as the breast growth. I now knew what that voice had meant when it. Usne bina kuch bole mujhe mere boobs se push kia or mein thoda gate se andar hogai. Jagaha milte he wo bhe andar agya or gate band kr dia.Mein kuch bol pati usse pahale he usne bola “dekho, yaha to tumhe koi nhi dekh skta na”. Mein jese he kuch bol pati waise he usne firse apne hoth mere hoto pr rakh die. Uski kiss me ek hafaniyat thi. Usse pyar nhi, usse mere jism ki ek hawas thi. Uski har ek kiss mere hoto ko aese chose rhi thi jese ke madhumakhi phool me se uska raas choos rhi ho. Mein uske.