And so I shortly found myself sitting across from a wolfmorph, a small bar pizza sitting between us. I had ordered it beforehand, but neither Wanderer...nor I seemed to have much of an appetite. My mental appetite was still adjusting to the smaller stomach and higher metabolism of this new body. The silence between us was a bit deafening, as I vaguely picked through and discarded possible ways of broaching the subject. Finally..."I'm leaving, Wanderer," I said. "I wanted to tell you."He looked at. “They’ll be here shortly. We’re a little early,” Sean told her, as our Mothers, our Sisters and their Husbands materialized out of thin air. They had brought refreshments with them consisting of ice tea, coffee, and hot tea plus there were donuts and some French pastries. Someone had to have gone to town to get the donuts and pastries, I thought.“Your seats are on the South side of the square,” Mother Katie told the Witches.“I’ll get an extra chair for you,” I told them. Our Sisters, meanwhile,. It was just before we got married. You looked so horrified that I never suggested it again. Actually, I think that I would love to fuck Helen's arse – provided, of course that she wants me to.”“Oh! Yes, please!”“Me too?”, from Wendy.“OK.” I said, “Dinner's ready now. After we've eaten I look forward to watching my husband fucking my favourite babysitter and her mum in their arses.”Wendy's 14th birthday was soon. While we were eating dinner I offered to host a party for her, and asked her what. I knew this was not really a normal activity for a boy my age but I couldn't and didn't really want to stop now. As I pulled Mr Cook's pants slowly down, more of his fat shaft revealed itself and my mouth started watering. Suddenly the rest of his enormous penis flopped out heavily and there it was. Only inches from my face hung Mr Cook's impossibly wide 9 or 10 inch shaft, topped with a huge purple head, shiny, glistening and about the size of a large nectarine. The monster head was kind of.