His hunger had caught up with him. Afterhis meal, he went over to his best friend, Tony's house. But even asthey watched a basketball game together, h... couldn't help but thinkabout Angela. Angela MorganAngela learned that she no longer had any pants. She only had skirtsand dresses and everything that went along with them. Her body and facewere even more feminine. Her fingernails were now painted red.Reluctantly she put on one of the outfits and settled on her couch andturned on the television. She looked up at her and smiled, their eyes locking for a moment before the teacher in her took over again and she walked back to her desk. No words had been exchanged but I could swear there was some kind of connection made between them.Miss Raphael instructed the class to jot down some ideas and questions for Kafka's Metamorphosis that "we were all supposed to have read already" and then we would discuss it. She was going to finish grading our papers from Monday and pass them back to us. Ione. With both of us being in our early thirties I could just imagine what wild tales he told her to get her along with this. I welcomed her in and offered some wine."Thank you," she said taking the glass and trying to act like this was a normal night. I could tell from her smile and eyes that she wasn't sure of what would happen next.We exchanged some general chitchat while casually looking over each other's bodies. She was my height at 5'6", with a pleasant curvy figure. I couldn't help but. I can't believe I am about to cum again and hesqueezes but then he lets go."Play with your tits Cassandra," he says. I look down at him. He has Bcup tits and as I rock I feel them sway on my body big udders of fleshswaying as I fuck myself to another orgasm on his dick and I squeezethem and then play with my nipples and they feel bigger and bigger and Ilook down and I see his chest firm up and I cum again. This time a bigorgasm. "OH GOOD Brad," I moan.I roll off his his dick and the huge mounds.