As her hand returned to his hair, his moved over her breast and kneaded it tenderly.When his ministrations produced a contented little hum from her, h... lifted his head and took her nipple into his mouth. Soon, the hum amplified into a moan and the hand in his hair pulled his face insistently toward herself. Her knees came up, spreading her soggy crotch wide open against his belly.As her body writhed beneath him, he felt himself swelling again, and his lengthening cock soon touched her leg. When. This letter is an apology for my lack of backbone.After you left Jan, started crying and told her mother and me that we had seen the last of her for the rest of our lives. She then tried to catch you before you drove away. She was too late.She came into the house, went to her room, and came out about an hour later with all of the clothes that she had kept here.She called a taxi, and without a goodbye, loaded everything in the cab and left.Again; I am sorry for the treatment you received. Please. .. not even able to admit what you are doing...I can hear your thoughts, weak, scattered, and frightened.You know what you are doing and can't stop yourselfA most powerful aphrodisiac....You let out another yelp, reacting more fluidly now, really letting out moans and shrieks of surprised pleasure. You are rocking up and down, shaking and vibrating, completely under my control.Not because I drugged you or overwhelmed your mind...Because I fucked you, taking and twisting your vagina's needs,. *So I logged on to the site and went to the 'chemical or drug induced' page again, noting the three new stories there and started reading the latest one. Boy, that was a neat story. How sneaky that mom was. Well, I had homework so I closed down my online fun library and did it. After I was done however, I went back to the site. Out of the blue, I had an urge, a very powerful one. Some of those stories began their transformation journey with a nightie and I wondered, based on those.