Odd.He set the bread on his lap and moved his hands up and foundbreasts. He could not see them in the lightless black, but heknew what they were. Hi... hands flew to his groin, flippingthe bread off into some corner of the cell in his haste. Buthe did not find what he sought. His manhood was gone,replaced by what his fingers told him was a down-coveredcleft.He was a woman. Was that what those symbols had meant? Thatthe spell turned men into women? If so, what about the otherpart? Was he. What I did this morning? Her eyes puddled with terrible anguish. God, I'm helpless; I can't move; I can't move!Roger's hands explored her body, clutching and squeezing her soft, sensitive flesh, pulling harshly at her clothes. His swollen, rigid prick throbbed excitedly against her as he pinned her to him. Diane struggled feebly for one panicky moment, feeling his hand pressed against her tender breast and then she went limp, allowing the softness of her lips to meet Roger's own questing mouth.. By God, she hated flying, but it was a price worth paying to be able to attend her older sister’s wedding yesterday. She had waited as long as possible to board, and now she checked her seat assignment for the 10th time — 31A, a window seat near the back of the plane on the right side. With her luck, a fat old lech would be sitting next to her, trying to look down her top the whole flight back home to San Diego. Dammit, I shouldn’t have worn such a low cut top, she thought, but it was so bloody. I need her… I need to fuck her. There is no other way. I should do it. (in my defense, I was thinking with my dick). I took few steps and kissed her lips, I could taste the water on her lips, smell the fragrance of shampoo and scent of her skin. I sucked on those juicy lips as I kissed, while she didn’t kiss back. She pulled away breaking the kiss and questioned “why are you here? What the hell are you doing in the bathroom, Aryan?” with an angry gaze that made me feel like ‘she would really.