It has no effect and just earns me a swift slap across the face.You stick two fingers up my ass as you **** my cunt, letting me feel the full assault,...your cock still plunging in and out of my sluthole. Enjoying my screams of fear and discontent as you have your way with me. My tears simply getting you harder, making you **** me even more brutally.Once your unprotected cock shot deep inside me, you'd pull out and move toward my face full of dried tears and make me open my mouth, forcing me to. The skin on the arm, while still brown, was a shade or two lighter than it should have been. The hand itself was refined and much smaller than his other hand, as if the bone structure had shrunk as well.The area of strangeness was still spreading. He felt the feeling of alteration enter his left shoulder and start spreading across his upper body. Jeff was near to total panic. Was he dying?Then he felt his neck being rearranged. It, too, was becoming slender and losing most of the muscles around. I decided to get bold and make a move. I do not know where I got the nerve to be this bold as I had never been before with any other man then my husband since the day we got married, I do not know. He tensed up as I grabbed his arm and put it on my thigh. He looked me over at me and I smiled. My hand slid slowly up to his crotch and gently squeezed his cock through his pants. I could see the bulge was massive. He placed both hands on my face and brought his lips to mine. We inhaled each other. "OOoh when you did that fake and passed the ball behind your back to me, damn where did you learn to play like that?" he asked. My whole face was beaming loving his attention and flattery so much. "Well, I played a lot in highschool and a bit in college" I answered trying not to blush from his gushing praise of me. "Yeah it shows! man you played fantastic! Come on let's hit the showers. We don't want to let Julia waiting right?" he said while giving me a hug. He was so physical and affectionate.