There wasn’t a prickle on it. I felt the heels of her shoes dig into my back. Her hands clutched at my hair. I felt her scoot herself further forwa...d and she spread her knees apart to give me access. She smelled hot and dark and sexy. I ran the tip of my tongue from the bottom of her labia to the top, listening to her heavy breathing above me. ‘Fuck me,’ she said. ‘I’m ready for you. I’m so hot.’ I moved back slightly from her pussy. I spoke into it. ‘No.’ I continued teasing her. Her heels. I didn't want the confrontation that just led to a mix of confused and wicked sex, yet I still didn't want it so I moved on to the next door. The wood is warm to touch as I push it open and spices instantly fill my senses. I look around and see that I am in someones home, dark and decadent with luscious velvet drapes leading down their hallways. I wander in the darkness towards the lit room up ahead, and instantly gasp as the hall opens up into a very large and spacious kitchen. But that isn't. No, no, no. It isn't happening this way. Yeah, I'm talking toyou guys. Your stupid TG fanatics. That's why I decided to post thishere, because you know what's happening to me and you want to delightand jerk off to me becoming some little ditz of a girl. But no, that'snot how Franklin Wayland Munson III is going out. I'll fight this offand you can all see it.Let's see, the witch said I'd start changing about 7. That was an hourago and I haven't noticed any changes. I'd say I'm doing pretty. She threw her hands up smiled and said little nervous:“Well, I guess now my role is to just sit an observe.”I moved slowly from just massaging to longer more dedicated strokes – I was masturbating in front of her. I kept looking right into her eyes and she into mine. She tried to look like a scientist observing an animal and its behavior. My strokes became more and more animal like but has hard as she tried, she could not hide her own arousal any more. Her hands nervously screeched her arms and.