He was wearing sheer pantyhose and a short skirt that was two inches above his knees. His legs were feminine shaped and he could no longer hide his se...y hourglass figure. He had a loose fitting blouse with a plunging neckline that showed significant cleavage. His made up face belonged on a goddess. His mannerisms and vocabulary had undergone a metamorphosis as well. And miracle of miracles he started to pay attention to others; compliments and compassion were his new order. The very day of that. It was a 'news' report on an up-and-coming hypnotist who performed on stage. You knew this was the same Matt from college. He studied human psychology, so it wasn't too far fetched that he'd take this path.Matt was slightly older than you. Larger build and a little better looking too. You got along with him well enough. As the piece wrapped up, you remember that you have Matt as a friend on Facebook. You immediately take out your phone to message him.Hey man, just saw you on TV. I didn't know. I could already taste his juices, as he fell into a soft rhythm and gently fucked me in my mouth. At the same time, several fingers glided up and down between my spread open legs, and I could hear grandma's other hand feverishly fingering her own sex at the same time. I was overcome with a strangely erotic lust, and I was getting more aroused by the minute, but I mostly concentrated on not gagging from grandpa's enthusiastic face fuck. I surely didn't want to give myself away at this. Either she was on top of me or the positions were reversed. Oral sex was used mostly as part of the pre-intercourse ritual. Each orgasm with her still stunned me in its intensity and she treated me to a wide range of climaxes herself. But, that night... I paused at the bathroom door, studied the shape of my fourteen-year-old, and fatherly concern for her aches and pains flew out the window.I knew my daughter had a great ass, but, Jesus! Naked, her face was turned away from me, her thick dark.