She is 49 year old, a little bit chubby, gifted with a big ass, plumpy tummy and mango shaped boobs. She is my mom’s best friend but three years ago... I developed physical relationship with her.It was the day of karvachaudh. Neelam’s husband was on a business trip and he couldn’t come home. That day, neelam visited my house. I could see few white linings in her hair. She was getting old. I was watching her secretly from behind the door. Being my mom’s best friend, neelam shares everything with. Looking into it, Malcolm is someone else—something else—entirely. His once bulky, manly form is gone, replaced by a tall, lithe creature with smooth, silky skin of a bluish-black tone. Her large breast hang perkily from her chest, her large cock, now soft again, dangles gloriously between her legs.She smiles as her tail whips back and forth behind her. Adorning her head are two horns, much like horns of a bull. Bluish-black hair drapes down over hair shoulders and down her back. Her eyes drop. She looked at him with tears running down her cheeks.“Please let us go. ” She sobbed. “Take all the money.We won’t say anything, just let us go. ”Stefan’s fist came up and punched her hard in thestomach. With a loud Ump the air left her body and ifit wasn’t for the man behind her she would have fallento the floor. She was pulled upright again and thenCRACK!! Stefan’s open hand slapped her across the face.First one way then, CRACK!! back the other. During my holiday Jen continued to come over to our house with my grand-son. One day when he woke up when he should be sleeping I followed Jen in to him when she went to try to get him back to sleep again."It's funny," I said. "How such a little being can take up so much room in your heart."I placed my arm around her waist as she stood bent over the baby."Yes, isn't it," she said as she took my hand and moved it up to her breast.My heart skipped at least a couple of hundred beats when my hand.