It needed to stop, and Denise had told her as much. Blake had the medical bag in one hand and peroxide and towels in the other. She sat everything do...n on the bench next to Denise and straddled it as she sat down next to her. “Give me your arm.” Denise tried to pull away, but Blake already had a good hold of her wrist which prevented her from getting free. “I’m sorry about your arm, Denise. I didn’t mean to hurt you. I was only reacting to you grabbing my shoulder. I’m just tired of you all. Even stranger than turning into a girl. "I wonder if I can breathe underwater" Marshal muttered as he started pulling himself towards the bathroom, finding it rather difficult since he couldn't just get up and walk. And once Marshal had made it to the bathroom, he couldn't even stand up so as to get a look at himself in the mirror. Not like it would have made much difference since he suspected that he still looked the same from the waist up, though he didn't realize that he had several. Probably explains why he's a ass hole-casserole. But he'd definitely shoot both of us with his double barrel shotgun if he found me dicking his wife's hotter than hell pussy. And I do have to admit she does have a hot pussy that my 8 1/2 inch big dick just loves and it's difficult for me not to come too quick. I usually fuck her like a banshee for 20 minutes before I climax. But by that time she's cummed out and physically exhausted. I'm afraid the old cow will have a heart attack cumming over. ” I think they were at a loss for the appropriate words as Pete added, “Thank you, ladies. You two are incredible.” I’m not sure what the right words would be, but I take great pride in and get excited by the guys’ praises and amazement. Pam hopped into the front seat, and I drove off. I instructed her to pull down her pants, and she did so without question or hesitation. As I safely could, I reached over with my right hand to play with Pam’s pussy. She was drenched! She moaned and further.