I could feel the sweat from Blake's balls drip onto mine.They pounded like this for a while, a few times stopping slightly as Blake went back and fort... between banging my mom's crotch and banging her ass. When he was fucking her ass, my mom squealed like a pig, her tits contracting up and down all around me. I could see nothing but my mother's tit flesh for what felt like hours.I could feel my mom's body writhing in orgasm over and over. Occasionally, Blake would shout something like "Damn,. ”“Steve, I did meet Birgit,” Kara said. “Sort of.”“What?! How?”“After a volleyball game. In fact, you were there, interviewing her for the newspaper. Your silly article Sweet Swede Sweats for Success! I was at the game, and Sandy van der Meer knew someone on the team. I don’t remember who, but she was friends with Birgit. I don’t think I even talked to her, but I did meet her.”“And you never told me?!”“I never really thought about it again until just now when you and Elyse were talking about. She handed me the medallion and I headed back to the bedroom, "Saygoodbye to Andrea."Grabbing a shirt out of my hamper I rub the medallion over it.The change felt different this time around, the world shrunk around me,my muscles expanded as my chest shrunk, hair receded, and the oddestsensation of all my innie became an outie. Quickly grabbing a pair ofshorts I came out of the bedroom and placed the medallion in a plasticbag Jessica was holding. I give her a quick hug and say, "I think I. There weren’t many people in yet, and he’d pulled close behind her and pressed himself to her ass. ‘Go to the bathroom and take your undies off,’ he said, breathing by her ear. She’d looked at him, seen that he was entirely serious, and went to do as he’d asked. In the bathroom, as she slid the undergarment off, she chanced a look behind her in the full length mirror. Amused, she had bent over further and seen the shadow between her ass cheeks and the already glistening lips of her pussy. She.