“No, no, no,” Lucy replied. “All I did was make your costume a little more authentic.”“So I’m stuck looking like this as an ad for you?”...Stan asked, looking down at his red arms and hands. His tail had now curled up between his legs and looked like an extremely oversized prick with a mind of its own.“Wasn’t my costume good enough for you?!” he nearly yelled.“Again, no,” Lucy answered. “Though I was amused that your cousin used the same switch that I have always used.”Stan continued to look at. But with each adventure the intensity, the eroticism and the physical release increased. Each experience brought new and higher states of sensuality and fulfillment, until finally I was experiencing sexual adventures that I could never have imagined in my wildest fantasies. But not only did I experience these adventures myself, I learned how to create them for others.”“Why are you telling me this?” she asked, a bit defensively.“Patience, please. I returned for a visit to see your mother. She. "I just looked at her."I thought that we would go have a swim and a picnic at thelake." But..." No buts. Your spending the weekend as a girl. And, thisgirl likes to go to the lake." But, I don't have a swim suit. And, I know that I'll getread if I wear a swim suit." Honey. You didn't get read yesterday and you won't today.And, you have a nice one piece swim suit. I got you oneyesterday when I bought everything else." OK, I guess. I'll go shave, if you'll help me with mymakeup.", I said as a ran. He clutches her panties tightly in his hand as she her hands finish their slide ending at the tops of her thighs and move back up to her hips, pulling the hem of her skirt up along with them, exposing her tiny white thong underneath. His eyes are immediately focused on her mound barely hidden beneath the wisp of white fabric. He tentatively reaches forward with his empty hand to touch her. His hand lands on the outside of her thigh and slides upward slowly toward her hip, his palm hot on her.