So hard and thick it seemed. God how she longed to free it. Her hands slid over his chest. His breath was short, sweet. His lips broke free of hers, h... nudges lower kissing her neck gently, warm lips and wet tongue slipping lower over the front of her throat. Her dress was open now, his hands burned on her skin. Her heart was pounding, his fingers slid deliberately over the mound of her breast. His touch flushed her. The nipples grew even harder. He could feel the areolas tight under his palm.. A few seconds later, Becky realized that something wasn't right. Herclothes were badly pinching and from the way the locker beside herseemed to be slowly shrinking, she had no doubt that she was growingtaller. That hadn't happened to Cindy. She'd only grown sexier. It wasthen that Becky looked down at her body and saw that her muscles wereall bigger than normal, that they were all growing and swelling in thesame way that Cindy's breasts had several minutes earlier."What's going on?" Becky. I recall we bathed together from when I could first remember until I was about 9 or 10 and Matthew was around 12 or 13. It was when Matthew started growing hair around his penis and scrotum that mum decided that we were old enough to have to bath separately. I very rarely saw him naked in my teen years; once when I caught him masturbating in his room, and another time when a group of us went skinny dipping on private property on a nearby farm. I was about 17 when I really first dated anyone,. She sped up her thrusts. I couldn’t help my moans and sighs as she fucked me. It was so different from being fucked by a man. It was indescribable. Firmer, yet gentler. She knew just how a woman wanted to be fucked.“Spread your legs,” she ordered. Once I did, she let go of my hips. One hand stretched around to play with my clit, while the other one fondled my breasts.“Support her arms,” she told my master.He grabbed my forearms and held them. I swirled my tongue around the tip of his cock, then.