"Well ... I think it was a little of the old 'I've scratched your back, now mine itches, ' kind of thing," Grigsby said. "Maybe we just need to go wit... it and not worry too much about the details." Grigsby knew that if the SAC didn't tell him what the favor was, he didn't need to know; probably didn't even want to know.A little while later, Hanes, exhausted, was back in bed asleep. Grigsby, Sandra, Bobby and one of the guarding agents sat in the living room of the suite drinking coffee the. He took eyes down form the ceiling and let out a scream at what he saw, two huge tits on top of his chest. "What the hell."Tom said as he began pinching himself. He stood up and looked over his body in horror, his brown hair flowed down past his shoulders, he had two firm bowling ball sized tits, his waist had shrunk to supermodel width, his hips and butt were round and curvy, and his legs were muscular and trim. Thankfully Tom still had his cock and balls, yet they seemed a little swollen. He. A tall, black-clad woman was sitting on a stool beside him with a raw, wooden box on her lap. She was dark haired and sad looking, probably about my age."This is Mrs. McAllen," the lieutenant said after I saluted, something we seldom did unless someone else was around."Ma'am," I said, nodding at her and holding her eyes for a moment. They were gray-green, her eyes, deep and clear like a pool with mossy banks."I don't guess you knew her husband. He was artillery, a good man. Got killed. Caisson. ', '2-... ', '3-... ', '4-... ', '5-... 'He leaned down, pinched her nose shut and breathed into her mouth. This time, her chest rose as he breathed into her. He pressed back down on her diaphragm, repeating the cycle.'1-... ', '2-... ', '3-... ', '4-... ', '5-... ' Breathe!'1-... ', '2-... ', '3-... ', '4-... ', '5-... ' Breathe!As he began to press down on her diaphragm again, he saw her chest rise slightly by itself. Not daring to hope, he pressed his head down between her breasts, his ear.