This time, he patted his hand on his crotch, instructing her to sit her ass down directly on to his crotch, and hard dick. She did as she was told. Th... boy moaned. His hands instantly reached under her baby doll, and groped her bare waist. His hand made their way up her tummy. I could see him trying to get his fingers under the bra part of the cloth, but it was pretty tight. He settled for groping her tits over the bra, as he didn’t want to waste any more time. Since his hands were inside the. The transformation was complete. I wasn't changed mentally, so Mujared had stuck by his word, though I was worried about remaining entirely submissive to Steve. Shouldn't he restore my more masculine nature? And addiction to his sperm wasn't physically possible either, was it?The resulting form was beautiful, I decided as I got out of the bath. Looking in my mirror I could see a tall, slim woman. I stepped into my heels and stood at just under 5'9". I was curvaceous, with pleasantly. Mr. Willowbee was not a pervert in the true sense of the word. He was merely gathering content for his own enjoyment when his wife had a headache or was too tired to play any bedroom games of the naughty variety. Sometimes when he was really desperate, he would hire a "massage" lady willing to give him a "happy" ending and would spread the photos at the end of the massage table so he could see the girls while the woman took care of his needs.Lately, when one of his daughters brought one of his. Melissa shook her head no, but strangely could not bring herself to take her eyes off of it. It pulsated as if it had a life of it's own. It could have been a big black snake. "You ever touch a grown black man's cock, girl?" Without waiting for an answer he took of one of her lily hands and pulled it toward his thick throbber. When Melissa felt it she began to shiver and her knees buckled and for some reason she felt her young white pussy start to twitch. It felt so soft yet so hard. "Get down.