My boobs were starting to get painful but I was getting that tingling feeling all over again. The third nerd wasted no time. He must have been learned...from the other two because he immediately turned me around and grabbed my boobs from behind getting a really good grip on them.He mashed them flat (or as flat as they would go) against my chest. He grabbed my nipples and pulled straight up until I was on tiptoes. He cupped and grabbed both boobs and actually lifted me off the ground by my boobs.. I'd been given the morning off work. That's how I found out. Isn't it alwayshow men inadvertantly find these things out? I felt like I was in a fuckingsoap opera. Well, I let her scream obscenities and howl away for a while. I had a bodyto dispose of: the dead nigger in my bedroom. I walked back into the houseand scaled the stairs, suddenly terrified. What if I hadn't killed him? I realisedwith an almost paralysing dread that I hadn't even checked. I'd just struckhim once and moved onto. Also, his mouth felt strange and when he inspected his teethhe found they were improbably white and suddenly. realised they weredentures! He reached up to check his wig and discovered it was no longera wig but his own hair. These revelations did not have the devastatingimpact on John one would expect, oddly he took them in with insoucianceand revelled in the other changes he discovered, his breasts were realand fortunately well supported by the bra, he was much smaller andfrailer, his voice. “It did,” Slata said, her voice tight. “My husband loves to cuckold his sons. For a year, every time you and your husband left Rose, he visited her. Oh, at first she tried not to succumb. But every woman does. He makes them all his whores.” Anger burned hotter and hotter in her words. “My husband has to spread his love. He has to BETRAY me!”I watched in horror as my wife, my love, spread her legs for her godly father-in-law. Her moans were so wanton as Pater mounted her, fucked her hard, with.