Going further south, I began to touch and massage his scrotum. I felt my son's hands on me, on my head...curling his fingers around my short blonde ha...r till he was helping me work my head back and forth. I felt as if my son was fucking my face...as much as I was sucking his dick. I moaned my approval...and I heard him moan in return.It didn't take too long from there...I heard my son's quickened breaths...his cock began to swell and he cried out, "I'm coming mom! I'm cumming!" And what a warm. I ran my hands on her waist, her ass, and her boobs. She took hold of my face and pulling me more towards her.Venkat came from behind and slid my jeans down, exposing my ass. He then ran his hands over my ass and spanked it real hard, making me jump breaking my kiss. He then caught hold of my hair, pulled me back, and then looped his belt around my neck like a dog leash.He then asked me to get into the doggy on the bed with my ass facing him. I did, and then he started to tug at my leash. His body and face transformed successfully. Not without some work,but then born girls worked for that success, too. He'd seen his motherand sister spend a lot of time getting ready to go out.Would it mean anything if he hadn't been able to achieve the look?Probably not. If the clich? was right then failure to be able to looklike a girl meant nothing. He was, after all, dealing with a boy's bodyno matter what was going on inside or how it looked outside. Whether ornot he could make that body. We look up into each other’s eyes, soft smiles on each of our lips. You glance up and suddenly the look in your eyes changes. I hear a low growl in your voice as you grip my hand and pull me down the dark alley. I feel myself being pushed against a wall. Your lips find mine in a crushing kiss, your desire evident. Our tongues dance together as your hands move to slowly unzip my jeans. Your hand slips inside, fingers moving to my clit, stroking it as I moan against your lips, sucking gently on.