"Yes, these should do nicely," he murmured, pleased.The change picked up speed again. The scales began to spread, climbing up his chest and back and t...en down over his arms. He gritted his teeth as something pushed out of either side of his skull, just above and behind his ears. Reaching up gingerly, he found himself to be in possession of two thick, back-curving horns. There came an abrupt and awful wrenching in his shoulders, and he arched his back against the force of this new change. It was. Our love life has always been great. Since the operation a few years ago and then taking this arthritis medicine, I don't feel anything anymore. I guess my nerves down there are pretty much gone. I'm always dry and it hurts. I'm an old lady in my sixties now and I just don't want to do it anymore. I want you to understand that it is not you, it's me. Please try and understand." Did you notice she called me Charles and not Chuck? She never liked calling me Chuck. Not a big thing, but thought I. I think we were both physically and emotionally exhausted.The next morning over breakfast Mel told me that in keeping with our agreement she needed to tell me she'd be seeing him again in just a few hours. Although he was working, he was taking long lunches. Mostly, they just met up at his place. 'So it's mostly sex'' I asked. She nodded yes.On the one hand I wanted to ask her a million questions. I wanted to know why she wanted him so badly I wanted to know what she was doing with him. I had. There was a lecturer named Lincy who was the beauty queen of the college. Even all male staffs try to act smart when she crosses them. She is 28 years old, lean and very attractive with cute boobs hidden inside sari. It’s the college rule to wear sari for teachers. So, all the students were lucky to have a sneak on their favorite teachers’ boobs during the class hours. Return to story; I am the poorest in studies and won’t study well. All other students were able to pass excluding me. So she.