"I bet," Jenny agreed. "I bet you got so turned on, just thinking of these beautiful titties, didn't you? Well, you know what turned me on? Huh? Just ...magining how this big fucking hot cock would feel between my legs. Can you feel how wet I am for your cock?" "Mmhmm," I mumbled through a mouthful boob. "All this time, you've just been teasing me, making me wait to feel the real thing. Could you imagine what this pussy would feel like as I grind it against you? Oh!" She raised her self up. That’s just the way life was. But, was life okay if Gilbert … well ... if he liked little girls; very little girls? Yes, the girl in pink was cute but in a kid-sister sort of way. And jeeze, she was probably only seven years old; maybe only six. Did men in their sixties actually get turned on by grade school girls or was it just some fascination for them? And, suppose it was true, that men were turned on by very young girls. Was that truly okay as long as they didn’t touch? None of. Jack moaned softly and then groaned loudly as she took his erection in her other hand. As her hand began to move up and down she looked him right in the eyes. There was almost a cold and deliberate look in them that told him that she was knew exactly what she was doing. She wanted to pleasure him. She was going to pleasure him. Jack didn’t put up a fight; he didn’t even t try to stop her; he never even said a word. Jack just closed his eyes and lay back. It had been many years since a woman’s. "You will have that beauty forever. Nobody will notice your transformation, since time will stop until the changes are complete." What do you mean?" The former man asked as he tried to move, but found his now fused painted toes became ridged. He noticed a line forming on his ankles like his feet could now be removed. A change in skin tone continued upward as his now long slender legs became stiff."You'll be a lovely mannequin, who I'll put on display."Steve found his arms felt stiff too. As he.