"Watch my breasts," she commanded.Travis watched as her breasts started to glow slightly and then to expand before his eyes. What had been pert mounds...of feminine proportion grew into large swaying tits. Travis's eyes swelled as large as her breasts."How? How did you do that?" he blubbered in astonishment."Touch me and I'll show you," Anya answered, and then added, "not there. Put your hand on my head. Press your thumb against the soft spot behind my eye."Travis felt the power gather and flow. A few weeks after i ended up getting into a relationship with a woman, my bisexual urges actually went away for quite some time, it was until about 2-3 years later i started fantasizing about pleasing older men again, i joined a few hook up sites and started chatting to a few guys, but 1 more than others, his name was David, he was 66, and very confident.After chatting for a few days i agreed to let him come round to mine whilst my girlfriend was at work.He turned up wearing a suit, and i must. Later, when Pete was upstairs in the bedroom, I nervously looked at some of the pictures he and Eve had taken during the session on the camera’s screen. They were, to say the least, shocking, not least because of how old my lined face and skinny body looked compared with Adam’s fit, trained physique.The sound of my own voice in helpless ecstatic wailing made me wince.Pete’s camera skills left much to be desired but Eve’s were surprisingly good. In most shots, there was no mistaking the identity. Getting my wits about me, I invited her in, and with some embarrassment, cleared the newspapers from the couch. I don't spend any time in the living room, but didn't think it would do to invite her back to my bed room. Not that the thought wasn't appealing. "I just wanted to make sure you were ok. My name is Joanne." Smiling my stupid grin again, I assured her that I was ok and introduced myself. I offered her a drink, though the only thing I had was some Vodka and Tequila, and she accepted one.