He felt like his hips were somehow out of joint and hislegs attached at the wrong angle. His legs felt longer or his waist andhips higher up somehow t...an they should be, and they seemed to be muchfarther apart. He seemed to be leaning forward from the waist, or hisbottom was sticking out; anyway, it felt strange. And he had to leanbackwards a bit keep his balance. He sensed his usually slightly stoopedshoulders were very straight today. Something else was definitely wrongbut he couldn't quite. The T-shirt was tight, you could see my nipples andI looked funny with men's slippers on my feet. Oh well, time forbreakfast. I entered the kitchen."Morning, Karen." Morning, Jayne, coffee?" Yes, please? What are you cooking?" Just eggs and bacon, it's all I could find. You are really going tohave to start eating properly." What do you mean?" I was confused again."Jayne, your first lesson of today is... eating. Always remember,everything you eat will end up on your hips. Say it." Everything I. And we left. Halfway to the harbour she steered me into a café; I was grateful for some decent coffee. Grace put a plate with a piece of flapjack on in front of me."That'll help keep things moving," she said with a slight smirk.I sipped at coffee and took a deep breath. "Grace ... thank you..." It's nothing ... it's ... my job." Maybe. And I suppose keeping your head in an emergency is part of that. But ... getting Serendipity here safe and sound is more than I'd expect..." You taught me well.". Don’t rub it, Sherry. I get to touch your pussy now. And here was the thing. She dropped her clothes, laid back on the couch, spread her thighs, and used her left hand to part her pubic hair and two fingers to open her twat and still kept her right hand on my cock.I laid down on the sofa against Sherry and I reached over and put my index finger into a very wet, slippery pussy that felt a lot like a raw oyster when you rub the meat in your fingers. And the smell, I could not characterize,.