. .... your collar bone rolling my thumbs around them ... ... dare i move my hands lower? .....down your torso?my hands slippery with soapy lather mov... down your torso slowing as i feel the rise of your breasts beneath my hands.... my hands feel somewhat rough to your soft warm skin sooo slowlymy hands move lower to cup and lightly lift the weight of you breasts... you lean further back into me and your nipples peek out of the water hardening they push through the bubbles ... my hands slippery. In 20 years I’ll be 40 and you’ll be almost 80. Don’t get me wrong here, I will always love you and not just for sex but I’ll be in my prime when you’re slowing down. Plus if things work out at Graham we’ll get to see each other every day. I’ll move into the city and we can sneak out during lunch and be together.”I said, “My brain says that’s all wonderful but my heart has a problem with it. I just don’t want you to ever feel like I’m taking you for granted.”“I don’t think that’s possible. That would matter little though, as I took a vial of the Futa Serum and poured it into his mouth, ripping off his clothes so I could watch the whole transformation. The changes for him were far faster than his guard and I watched as the 40-something-old man transformed. His strong jawline, greying hair and flabby body began to disappear as his skin smoothed out, hips widened and shoulders shrank. From there his hair regained a deep black like his daughter’s, his chest swelled to produce a. Luca entr? in casa con due valige enormi che appoggi? sulpavimento sbuffando. "Ce n'? un altra, la vado a prendere. Ciao Lara,sei pronta?". Anche stavolta non risposi ed abbassai anche lo sguardosulle valige. Aldo inizi? ad aprirle, e guardando attentamenteall'interno iniziai a preoccuparmi un po'. Cosa aveva portato? Non eranovestiti di pelle, erano pi? lucidi, tipo plastica, e sembravano troppostretti anche per me che avevo un fisico esile. Mi chinai per toccarliproprio mentre rientrava Luca.