As lost in pleasure as I was, memories of the strange book came flooding back. “A werewoman is a man who transforms into a woman during the full moo....” “Some men are born predisposed to becoming werewomen, others become werewomen through fluid exchange ““So you think you're becoming a werewoman?”The passages I'd laughed at earlier flooded my memory as if to mock me in return. Then I remembered the Heather's note.“P.S. If I were you I'd stay in tonight”Ripping open the shower curtain, I exited. .." Show me what he was doing."So I inserted my thumb into my vagina, with the heel of my hand pressingon the area of my clit, and moved it in a circular, in-and-out motion."I think it was like this?"She nodded and smiled. "Hmm, d'you mind if I try something?" Uh, no ..." Okay, look, just go with me on this, all right?" She maneuvered us ontoour sides, and she lifted my top leg over her hip, so my vulva was fullyexposed. Then she slid her fingers between the lips and felt for myclit. Her touch. The sounds of something crackling turn her attention to the noise. There was a huge fire place that had its own wall. Above that fire place was a picture of a beautiful red haired woman that she presumed was his mother judging by the bright red hair and the same green eyes.“I see you are impressed with your surroundings sweet heart.” She heard him say.At that comment she just rolled her eyes and said “it’s alright, though it’s bigger than mine, it’s not homey and cozy like mine, which is where. "How did this start?" I inquired. "I don't know, but I don't want it to stop. This is exciting," replied Rhonda. We continued to make out and our hands were very busy. Rhonda began to rub my nipples and then her hand slid down inside my swim trunks. With that move, it triggered my hands to fondle her perky 34B breasts that had no sag. She was a little chubby as compared to me being overweight. As I was feeling her breast, my other hand was heading her bottoms. "Can anyone see us?" Rhonda asked..