Soft oven baked bacon ... or sausage, not heavily seasoned with sage. Once a year mild Italian sausage fried in the skillet was well received ... as l...ng as I peeled the casing first.Orange juice, milk or ... in later years; coffee ... not just any coffee ... Jamaican mountain grown. Kona in a pinch ... times were rough when we had Hawaiian Kona. Kona meant Myndee was sick and I didn’t follow instructions ... or failed to remember the list. The Kona came from the freezer ... something I had. He had been more shocked to find, when he stood up, that he was nowsporting a white t-shirt and no visible pants. His legs were smooth now,and a little skinnier. His hands immediately felt up his chest and hecould feel the small, developing breasts on his chest. They were enoughto fill his now dainty hands, which he inspected next. A huge smilespread across his (her) face as she finally figured out what hadhappened.This should have been a bigger surprise to her, but she had lived thisfantasy. My hand kept going down eventually reaching her clit. She opened her eyes and gave me a big moan. I went lower to put my finger in her and spreading het wetness around her whole pussy. This went on for a while before I layed on top of her. I caressed her tits, and pulled her shirt up. I licked her chest down to her tummy, slowly working my way down.I got to her waist and began to kiss her hips as I pulled her pants off. She started playing with my hair and began to pull on it. I got her panties. Now he was getting really hot and bothered, and wanted the journey to end as soon as possible so he could release his pressure. He might have tried it on with this slut of a girl, but the bloke smirking at him from beside her was huge. The driver himself was older, shorter and less muscled...he didn't fancy his chances. The fact was, he decided, this girl is just enjoying getting me worked up, and they are both laughing and me knowing I can't do anything. But that was far from the truth..