I even was bold enough to give her my number...she never called unfortunately, but the entire time we talked, I steadily focused on making sure that I...kept her in the frame of the camera phone I held discretely on my side. There was more than one occasion where I was certain that she would bust me. I thought to myself that there was no way that she didn't notice that I was filming her. One time in particular, she looked down at the phone, looked back up at me, then proceeded to flip her hair. I could feel my nectar flow around his penis as he stopped his movements to allow me to enjoy the pleasure and I held onto him very tightly.As I relaxed my hold, he started fucking me in slow, steady strokes and I started moaning again ooooohhhhh, aaaaahhhh, oooohhhh, aaaaaaaaahh, The tempo of his fucking increased and I could feel his penis pulsating inside my cunt and he started to groan from his pit of the stomach and increased the pitch of his fucking. I could hear the splush, splush, sound. My lips were puffy and very kissable looking, butalso looked almost as though I was wearing black lipstick. And then therewas my hair which had grown down to the middle of my back and had changedfrom its previous brown color to a raven black.I ran my hands over my big boobs and then into the empty spot between mylegs. I made my tail wave back and forth, finding that I could controlit quite easily. This was extremely strange to say the least."What the hell happened to me?" I demanded.Mom just. The problem for him…was that as the multiple loops of tubing began to pop loose from his grip and drop to the ground, one of them snagged his rising erection through the fabric of his shorts and as the final loops tumbled from his hands, the sheer weight of the garden hose tugged the front of his shorts downward just enough that the head and maybe an inch or so of his penis became suddenly exposed…protruding out the top of his shorts. “Oh my!” she blurted, but not in such a way as to convey.