She raised herhands and saw they too had changed. For all practical purposes, she nowlooked like the blonde the black man had turned into."Bend over ...ella," she insisted. "You can't fight who you are. You areproperty of BBC. The sooner you accept it, the sooner you'll understandyour true purpose in life."Belle complied. She got on all fours on the bed and the girl led themonster cock into her waiting ass. It didn't hurt. Instead it feltpleasurable. It felt right.Bella looked back over. The lips of my pussy were coated in wetness, and I pulled my hand back out to see. My fingers were wet with a clear fluid. I squeezed my legs together some, and that sent a pleasant tingle through my body.I was horny, very horny. I pushed my hand back down and touched my clit again, rubbing it, pressing it, finding out what felt right. The sensations caused me to shiver even more. It drove me to continue, tempting my fingers to tease more and more. I rubbed and touched myself, filling this. I told Trent once to take it easy on the booze because he was driving.He said he was fine and did another shot.At this point I said to myself fuck it, if he's going to get drunk I might as well order another drink. As I sat and sipped my dirty martini I realized how horny I was and hoped that Trent could get it up later. Without someone to tease the night had become anti-climatic, a disappointment.The guys kept going on about this football game until Trent said, "I'll bet you 50 bucks that's. I rub her belly in unison with her and she starts moving my hand up further into her shirt. I am starting to breath harder, thinking that my daughter is wanting to explore her awakening of sex with me! She keeps moving my hand up her chest until I feel a nipple touch the tips of my finger. She pauses for a moment as she lets out a muffled high pitch whine,and moves my whole hand over her just budding areola and her tiny nipple. She's now breathing harder and pushing her butt into my now very.