“Take me to bed.” We released our holds on each other and I led her by the hand to my bedroom. When we got inside Shelly released my hand, walke... over and sat on the edge of my bed. Spreading her legs wide she reached one hand between them and stroked herself, rubbing her other hand in circles over her belly.“Come on, Tom, I can’t wait.” She laid on her back with her legs raised and spread and moved her hands to open herself to me. “Bring that big hard cock over her and stick it in me.” My. It was spinning far more than it should be, and Chrisstarted to get dizzy.Chris was so dizzy, in fact, that he didn't notice that under the cape,his outfit, a t-shirt and pair of jeans, was changing. As the legs ofhis pants melted together, the legs began to retract until they stoppedat about his mid-thigh. As the spinning continued, Chris's underwearbegan to change until it was a pair of panties. His t-shirt merged withthe jeans, and the material began to change until it was a burgundycolor,. ."But Brock had gone into the kitchen and I heard the noise of him rustling around and he came back with a smile on his face and a wine bottle and two crystal flutes in hand. I looked at him surprised."Where... ?" In the cupboards ... it's a little bit dusty but I'm sure the wine's still good."I didn't know about that ... could be vinegar for all we knew ... but he'd found a corkscrew too in a drawer and pop, went the bottle and the crispy sound of wine pouring into the flutes filled the room,. With disgust, I pushed the idea away; no real man would ever treat a woman that way, like an object only to fulfill his need. I certainly did not deserve my Tammy; she was a cherub, compared to the sexual beast I kept tethered on a leash, none too strong.I sighed contentedly, just watching my darling girl slumber when she moved. Tammy curled her body slightly, and flung her arm out beside her. The quilt she was wrapped in shifted away from her chest to reveal that she wasn’t wearing.