It’s a cheap Porsche. I treated myself to it when I knew I’d be single for a while. I love it, but you’re right. It’s not practical. I didn’... buy it for practicality, however. I have a truck for that. We’ll use it if I can talk you into a third date.”“Warm it up, hunk. I’m not done with you yet, if you aren’t done with me.”“The truck it is!”“I like this, though, don’t get me wrong. It’s fun and comfortable, and I can tell you enjoy driving it.”“That, my dear, is a fact.” I took off from a light. Downward she moved trailing kisses over his stomach and then downward. When she reached his cock she kissed it and heard him moan. She held his now erect cock in her hand and placed a kiss on its head.To her surprise, Jim jumped up pushed her down and said "Don't ever do that again, a whore dose things like that. You are my wife and a lady, not a whore!" He pushed her back onto her back, climbed between her legs and again took her missionary style again. Again, Mary did not cum. He stroked hard. In short, a nice handful.A nice handful. Omigod. I finally got it. They were transforming me. Into a woman. I stood up and looked at my body. Hairless and pink, the skin was smooth and soft to the touch. My tummy was tight, my hips and waist curvy. My hair hung down over my shoulders, almost to my breasts. My breasts. My tits. I could pass that famous pencil test, I had such formative flesh. My hands dropped to my dick, and found it still there and still the same size. If anything, it was in. She stood 5'4" with gorgeous legs and a 38DD-26-38 figure. Her reddish brown hair framed a beautiful face and hazel eyes. So far Bob had been unable to interest Christine in changing careers.Bob continued, "Listen, I have an opportunity for you and I think you'll like it." You want me to show a house," guessed Christine."Yes, but before you give me your answer hear me out," said Bob."OK," said the tired wife.Bob continued, "I have a client named John Owens who is in town looking at houses. He's.