Waking again, I found Betty sound asleep snuggled against me. Not for the first time, though I'm no way religious, I sent a brief prayer of thanks to ...hatever Deity there may be for bringing us together.I was hungry. Perhaps for the first time since the assault, I was hungry. And if Betty was going to work that evening it would have been unfair to deprive her of sleep. Hunger warred with inertia and my desire to remain holding my mate ... and won. I, very carefully, disengaged by encouraging. I don’t want to say anything to Matty about it, because at the end of the day, he is a twenty-year-old guy. He wouldn’t hesitate, and I wouldn’t want anything to be rushed or feel pressured by him,” She explained.The realisation of what she said was a lot for Pete to take, but he understood what she meant. ‘If it happens naturally, that is ok,’ was his take away, and as they finished the conversation, Matty’s car pulled up. Hayley headed upstairs, taking the smaller room that she normally. He even procured a couple of hooks to screw into the top and bottom of the bed so he could tie Jo-Lene (and any other girl willing to try) naked to his bed and rotate her for access front or back. She squirmed as he used his electric razor on her pubic hair and then left it running; vibrating energetically across her skin and making her sweat with climax after climax. One post sexual morning, she took the morning off sick for the first time ever as her body was exhausted. Exhausted and. "What's happening?" he asked in a small voice that ended ina squeak because his voice box had suddenly changed. Hiseyebrows thinned as the hair on his head grew down to hisshoulders, then to his waist, then braided itself into twopigtails. His height dwindled till he was no taller than achild. His lips grew softer and rounder as his nose grewshorter and smaller. His balls retracted into his abdomenand his penis shrank to a tiny button. At least, that'swhat it felt like had happened.His clothes.