An hour later all of the stuff arrived at my door. I had half an houruntil I needed to head over to babysit, so I took out the stuff fast.I'm a pretty...skinny and short guy, so I didn't need to worry about that.I got the leg cream out and smeared it all over my legs. All of the hairon my legs fell off making them look sexy, and then the cream wasabsorbed and my legs became thick and curvy. They looked really good. Icouldn't tell the difference between my legs and a hot woman's. Becauseof my new. ..damn you Steve fuck me, please fuck me...' Steve had closed the bottle and laid it some where, he now took my hold of my neck pulling my head back as he started to brutally fuck me as if he was a mad man. The poppers had took control of my nerves and I tried to take his pounding as his dick went balls deep with each thrust of his hips. I was babbling and trying to keep my body in the twisted way it was to allow Steve's huge dick to enter and exit with out damaging my innards. Tears of pain. It wasn't desperation, either -- I just sensed something. This guy wanted to own property -- and he knew how to build on it and cultivate it. He was a Boss Man -- and if all he was in charge of was himself, that was okay. Arthur had made demands, but they'd been simple and they'd had everything to do with him -- and they really hadn't been much, one way or the other. The attitude had been totally, different, though -- impersonal. With this guy, if I argued with him it would get VERY personal.So. The nearest brush with sex I had with Alma in the few weeks that followed our meeting was on an evening she was busy in the kitchen. She wasn’t paying attention to me, being engrossed in her cooking. The dress she wore was one she had made herself. Each time she bent over her bodice flared open and I could get a brief glimpse down the top of her dress. At one point she bent over and stayed that way for a moment. I could see she was not wearing a bra. Her breasts were smallish but very firm. Her.