Every time his skin touched mine it would tingle, my nipples were ultrasensitive as they grazed against the inside of my dress. “What a shame,” I ...aid. Ted chuckled into the side of my neck and carried on kissing it. I don’t know what had changed, but today we seemed to gel together, to work like two cogs. Every move and motion felt natural, expected. The course was slower, but in some ways that was good. We had the time today, there was no rush. We could make the most of it. He ran his hands. One last time, I let my slender hands and fingers run through my soft hair and linger over my curvy body. I let my musical voice utter a final pleasurable moan as I massaged my firm breasts, then took off my earrings. Once again, the transformation process began and ended almost immediately, and I found myself gasping for breath in my male body only moments later. I rubbed my now masculine hands over my hairy muscular body and thought wistfully about how much nicer it was to feel smooth supple. As for William Withey Gull, he was a relatively new suspect forRipperologists to chew over having only really been in contention since arecent article by Dr Thomas Stowell in the November 1970 issue of TheCriminologist."He leads us back to Prince Albert Victor," said Gerry Martin,triumphantly."Sort of," agreed Adam, entering the conversation. "That is if you giveany credence to the theory that Gull was part of a plot to silenceprostitutes who knew of a secret marriage between Prince Albert. ‘Hush.’ Ben was now close enough to cover her mouth with his finger. ‘Well, well, Jack,’ Ben said, directing his attention to his best friend. ‘I always knew you wanted her. How did you convince her to join you in this little tryst?’ Jack laughed low and replied, ‘I told her I was the one who taught you all your tricks’ and winked when Jennifer tried to pull away again, again unsuccessfully. ‘Hmm’ Ben said thoughtfully, looking at his errant girlfriend. ‘Perhaps I should introduce you to.