"Sissy was laughing and I was smiling. Sissy said, "You haven't changed a bit, Mom. You used to have Dad building on to the house almost every year. I...think you thought the house was an erector set and that Dad could just put another room or build another room over something as easy as taking out the trash. Our little place became enormous by the time all of us left home." Oh, Sissy, you know I like to have people visit and eat with us. I'm at my happiest when the house is full of people with. .. ummm..." he stammered realizing his voice was muchhigher now, he could swear it was a very feminine girls voice, when helooked down he realized the her had become a very small but attractivegirl. "wait, wha-wha-what ha-ha-happened t-t-to me," he, or rather shenow, said feeling faint and falling down in front of the blonde girlworking the cash register.When Greg came to his senses he was in the break room in the back of thestore, the girl working the register had been sitting nearby. "So,. ......Brett, stood before us with his flaccid cock hanging at mouth level and informed Agness that the list did not contain his recent purchases. He rattled off about a dozen names which included Sailor's Grave. He had picked up several bottles of Sailor's Grave knowing it is one of my wife's favorite. As he was talking, I noticed Agness glancing at his cock and it appeared to have a calming effect on her troubled face. She had confided while Brett was in the shower that she was not sure she. “And I want it,” she added, licking her lips nervously. She reached out and touched Wilbur’s member for the first time. It was already rock hard, but Heather imagined it getting even harder as she took the shaft in her hand. She leaned forward, she wasn’t even sure if she could take the entire thing in her mouth—but fuck, she was sure going to try. Heather’s tongue flicked out, licking at the head of his cock for a few seconds, before getting up the nerve to take it in her mouth. She opened.