My hand was encumbered within the steamy confines of her enclosed bra and I was finding it difficult to play with her warm breasts. Although I was afr...id that I might spook her by removing her bra, I needed the freedom to caress her.Almost as a distraction, I whispered, "You're so grown up, Krissie honey." At the same time, I pulled my sweaty hand out from inside her bra. Then, without speaking, I gently guided her to turn around.When Kristina realized what I was trying to do, she silently but. Her butt and thighs had thickened noticeably; all traces of her former muscle tone there were pretty much gone. That initially barely perceptible chubbiness on her midsection had become a small, rounded pot belly, and her hips were gradually widening. Overall, one year in her office had given her a softer, pleasantly womanly shape with a plethora of curves and bulges. Her flat stomach and firm ass were definitely things of the past, and I was loving the new Samantha -- her rear now sported a. He could feel the softskin, devoid of hair, his fingertips crept lower and he felt the top ofhis slit. His mind recoiled at first, but as his fingers moved lower,to trace the outline of his vaginal lips, he could think and he wasfree of the desperation of last time.He found that it was curiosity that he was feeling. He wondered what itfelt like and he found himself tracing around the area with hisfingers. He was not feeling anything. His mind was almost empty as hethe area around his vagina. He. She has also been a total subservient," I responded. "I prefer tough and demanding," she softly. So after light dinner on Saturday, I began the long process of becoming Melissa again. I showered and shaved my body hair and then, wrapped in a towel, I took a seat at the dresser in my room. I had transformed it into a makeshift makeup table like the one I had in Florida. I had laid out everything that I needed and with a trembling hand I picked up the first makeup brush and froze. What if I had.