Being that she was already downstairs, Abigail didn't want to waste time to go upstairs and change back into clothes more appropriate for being in pub...ic. Besides, at this time of night the grocery store would be practically deserted anyway. Heading to the garage, she grabbed her shawl to conceal her translucent top and bottoms, and lack of bra and panties.Abigail arrived at the grocery store around a quarter to eleven and made a b-line for the coffee. In the bright lights of the store, she. It was not the best champagne imaginable, but the cool soothing stream of wine refreshed my soul like the crickety breezes of the soft summer evening flowing effortlessly through the open window.I couldn't take my whole glass at once. Nor did I want to. The memory of Rikki's milkshake orgasm and the thought of her fat ass jiggling helplessly after I'd slapped it kept playing in the arena of my mind.She had captured and enthralled my erotic imagination; now it was time for me to teach her a. Finally, the changes seemed to stop. Or if they were still going on, they were so slow and minor that I could no longer see them. However, the woman that stood in front of me didn't resemble Jenny in the slightest. She was much taller, with larger and firmer breasts. Her whole body was no longer chubby at all, but having good muscle tone. Almost athletic. The face was no longer Jenny's...no longer cute, but gorgeous instead. With full and kissable lips. Her hair had changed as well, now being. My fingers slipped to my slit and found my clit and I started to rub, looking and thinking very dirty thoughts about my neighbour’s daughter. About what i could do to her and with her and what she could do to me. I came hard, my juices squirting and running down my own tanned legs, but I wasn't satisfied. I wiped my cunt clean and put on my own bikini and grabbing a fresh towel, I walked downstairs to my own backyard pool.I was flapping the towel to get it right when I heard a voice from behind.