I was soon moaning and thrusting my hips at her mouth as she took even more of my meat into her mouth; my tip then made contact with the back of her t...roat this didn’t seem to stop her as she began to move her head up and down faster and faster, her other hand was squeezing my balls, I was close to cumin and told her so; but she just sucked harder and squeezed my balls until I unloaded what felt like gallons of cum into her; she swallowed every drop looking up and licking her lips.I pulled her. She drew a line from the top box, Wheilhelm Wagner, to a blank, hand-drawn rectangle. Used a red Bic and wrote, Kurt Schmidt.“We hadn’t known about Schmidt. Low profile, never attends a rally, doesn’t make speeches, doesn’t post online. But Southern Poverty had heard of him — his people are from Mobile. One of the friendly Baptist ministers ... well, Schmidt’s family is in his congregation.”“And... ?”Daddy smiled grimly, “Has a taste for the black stuff. Men and boys.”“No!”I was still banking. ?His now erect penis shot its load in his new panties, before shrinkinginto oblivion. A clit took its place, his balls retracted and his sackswere reshaped into pussy lips.She explored the new opening with her own hand and marvelled at themystery of it all. She felt so soft, so small and vulnerable, but yet soutterly desirable.?"Ohmigawd!" she said. "I feel so sexy. I feel so beautiful. Ooooooo! Iam 100 percent woman now, and I need to serve."At the back of his mind, her old self raised his. " "Why thank you, the feeling's mutual," Hazel replied. His next words were just what Hazel had been hoping to hear. "Look, would you like to come to my house for a little lunch, I've got a nice dessert for afters?" he said. The emphasis on 'things' was blatantly obvious as he glanced down at the now much larger bulge in his pants. Hazel agreed. "I thought you'd never ask," Hazel replied.They abandoned their trolleys and walked out of the super market and got into Mike's white Astra estate and.