I peel off her blouse and feast my eyes on her breasts. My little brain starts to take over and drive proceedings but I keep him under control for the...moment; plenty of time to consummate my lust later.She moves into me, undressing me, watching my reaction she slips my pants down over my hips. Her hand drops down to my cock and she playfully strokes it a little. Fuck! This is a billion times that Skype! She steps back and unzips her skirt which drops around her ankles. She is only wearing. I stood on the floor, took her knees in my hands and slid my cock into her succulent, oily pussy. She sighed happily, smiling up at me. She was alive, her eyes glinting and her lips deliciously slightly apart. I pressed in and she gasped and thrust back.I lifted her knees a bit higher, fucked another stroke, more downwards, and her arousal increased. I fucked another stroke, landing with a bump, then another, pressing quite hard now, and another. Her face was young and excited and gorgeous.I. . it?d be better than whatI?m currently wearing.? The thought came and went through her mind,triggering yet another change.Iris? ill-fitting blue lounge pants started to change into a stretchier,more form fitting material as it shrunk against her lower half. The colorbegan to darken until all traces of of the blue had disappeared under ablackened hue. As the lounge pants finished up their changes into a pairof black leggings, Iris? boxer briefs shrank and too changed material asthey became a. Then I braced myself on my elbows with my face positioned just above her pussy.“It’s beautiful,” I murmured as I gently ran my fingers over her hood, barely exposing her throbbing clitoris. “I just want to lick it for hours.” “Okay. Please do,” Anna breathed as I continued to gently stroke her wet folds. Then I slipped two fingers inside and caressed her more sensitive spots within. I felt her contractions on my fingers as I pulled them out. They were slick and fragrant, and as I looked.