It was Bianca wearing a black woman’s suit with a white top underneath. Her dreads hanged loosely down her back as she leaned into our pew. “Our s...ssions get a bit intense here but we do have a children’s church for your son,” she stated in that deep breathy voice of hers that still had enough feminine vibrations that you could still tell that it was a woman without looking. When she spoke to me I practically jumped out of my skin. This was the last thing I wanted, her to assume about me, but. Now my father once again, was at work, so he wished Hailey good luck before he left, and once we loaded her bags in the car boot, we climbed in and were soon on our way, and it wasn't long before my stepsister was up to her usual tricks.We had barely got down the end of the road before my stepsister reached over, undid my jeans, and pulled out my soft cock, and eagerly began jerking it into life.I immediately groaned enjoying the attention she was giving me, and this of course alerted my. My mind deteriorated, my flesh, eyes and hair became black, and my body changed. My curvaceous profile of maternity turned to something as lithe and flexible as the morals of my newfound form. My breasts shrank to supple domes over a belly lined with muscle, which narrowed to hips that bore a succulent backside perched above toned thighs. I was an acrobat, meant to twist and bend insidiously through the minds of man. I desired only to bring out the darkness in others, and tear down the. Her skin was a beautiful place for her to spirit to live inside. She placed her hands on each juncture between hip and thigh. A current of warmth seeped in through her fingertips, following a languid circuit through her body. She touched and felt at the same time. She became a profusion of contours and silk. A sleepy smile pulled at the corners of her mouth as she thought back on the voice of the man in the elevator the night before. As she stretched her sinews hard and taut in her bed, she.