I went down her body with my kisses and worked her tits, especially her nipples. Connie's nipples seemed to be an extension of her pussy, because ever... time I squeezed tightly or bit down on one, she seemed to writhe and moan in ecstasy.Eventually, I got to finger her clit and G-spot to induce one orgasm and kiss and lick her pussy to bring on two more. She was crying for me to stop as she began to get overloaded at one point.I looked at Adele and kissed her. I told her that I loved her and. He wished she had worn it though, imagining it coming off.“Could be okay?” she repeated.“What about us placing an ad? Do the fishing ourselves, instead of chomping the bait.” He faux-gobbled her right shoulder blade, making her laugh and squirm away.“You should fish or cut bait, yourself, Mr. Doyle.” She smiled seductively and winked. Then sobered. “That would give us much tighter control over the selection process, I agree. I’d rather be the one picking, than the one picked. The issue...” She. Different. Softer, smoother somehow. Something strange was going on.I suddenly remembered one of the ornaments on our tree. It was a round mirror, and I scanned the tree until I found it and looked into it in amazement.I was changing. I didn't know how, but I was.It had begun at the top of my body, my head. The slope of my head grew gentler, tapered down to a longer, gentler neck into which my Adam's apple disappeared. My cheekbones shifted configuration as my nose grew smaller and my mouth. The touching was cautious at first, but escalated as they realised that she was enjoying this. With her tits firmly in their hands, she turned to the man on her right and began to kiss him. He didn’t miss a beat, kissing her back firmly. When she finally pulled away, she turned to the other man and kissed him passionately for a few moments, before telling us she was getting a little cold and needed another drink.--------------------Reluctantly we got out of the pool and watched Anna slip her.