I was betting that they wouldn't complain. There was only one reason for them to be here. Jean Bower was out doing a little sport fucking with her dau...hter. Her daughter probably attracted a lot better than Jean could by herself. She was a very plain looking woman. Dark unkemp hair that was usually flying about her neck framed a thin face. Her nose was prominent but her dark eyebrows often drew you away from her nose.She was tiny with hardly any bust and fat buns... Not wide but a fat ass. She. “Besides, I need more than just your fingers.”That got my attention.“Help me up,” she said.“Honey,” I said in a daze. “We can’t do that, baby.” Touching her was one thing. What it sounded like she was proposing was completely different.“Why not?” she asked. “It’s not like you can get me pregnant.” She smiled at her little joke.“We just can’t,” I said, helplessly. Her hand on my cock felt so good.“Yes we can,” she said. She was already breathing heavily in anticipation, and her eyes were. Here she sat, jacking him off, and watching his cum shoot up and out as if a volcano. For her, this was amazing. On top of that, add to his great looking body, and she was apart of it too. She felt special and she wanted soooo much more now. But she did not know what to do with all this cum all over her hands. “Lick it all off” he said. “I mean swallow it down. A lot of girls do that” he told her. And so she did. For whatever reason, she seemed to enjoy doing it. “Wow, now that was good, and I. I assumed this was from the transformation andthat I'd be back to normal soon. I was somewhat frustrated that onceagain I fell asleep before I had a chance to explore my new body.***Light and color flooded my vision and I knew that once again I wasdreaming. My dreams were so vivid and clear, almost as if it what I wasseeing was completely real. I was standing in a meadow with the sunwarming my body. I ran my fingers along the tops of the grasses andwalked until I found a clear babbling.