. (I push into you all the way, you begin to moan and I reach around with my other hand and stick my fingers in your mouth to keep you quiet) ... I do...'t think I want to marry her anymore... (I keep thrusting into you, while you're licking all over my fingers, loving the way you're getting pinned to your own car by my hard, throbbing dick) (You pump in and out of me harder, letting your fingers slip out of my mouth and down to my tits, massaging and grabbing at them as much as you can. The. I reached down and touched my cunt, I’m so fucking wet, and so fucking turned on. I am hoping that I was naked in the magazine, and that guys were jacking off to my nakedness. Hundreds, maybe thousands of guys looking at my little tits and my bald cunt, jacking off looking at my pictures, and maybe cumming on them.I started to finger myself, praying first that I am naked in it, and then praying I was not naked in the magazine.I had to know, I quickly opened the magazine. I was happy and I was. Already strained by my change and torn in several places, thefabric gave way to my green-coated nails. As my new bosoms sprang free,I remained there taking in deep breaths.When I caught my breath, I fell onto my rump, startled to realize I hada lot more padding than I was accustomed. I looked down, giving myselfmy first good look over. Like Santa, I'd taken on a far more voluptuousform. A nice rack, curved spine and an ass I could have sunk my teethinto. Not to mention I'd grown several feet. I. As they walked, the held hands, more out of a mutual fear of the dark than anything else but Mel found she didn’t want to let go when they reached the changing room. As they changed back into their ordinary clothes, Mel kept glancing at her colleague, seeing her as if for the first time. She took in the swell of her breasts in her bra, the taut stomach, the hips she’d not noticed before and when Sue bent over to pull up her trousers, Mel stared at her bottom as if wanting to lunge for it with.