” I replied, “How the fuck am I supposed to not touch anything? Everything’s stuck on me.”“I don’t know,” she muttered. “I don’t kno....” She sat on the bed with crisscrossed legs. Her cock now pointed toward the ceiling and her balls dangled and rested on the sheets of the bed. She began examining her new body. “Your legs are hairy,” she noted. “So are your armpits and your crotch. All this hair feels gross.” I had never considered myself a hairy person; I still hadn’t grown any stomach, chest,. On Sunday at around 10:00 am, I had just finished my bath and was in a towel. The TV was on and a sexy rain song was going on. I was watching and saw the heroine drenched and the hero smooching her waist and proceeding upwards to land his kisses on her bosom and neck and ending in an invisible kiss on the lips. My staff was hardening at the sight and I did not realise the huge hill it had created.The doorbell rang. I had missed hearing a car drive down in front of us. I opened the door. Poonam. It was a good thing they were going out to dinner, since her pussy was a bit sore and she was kind of tired from all that activity which had been way more than usual.She listened patiently as her husband went on about his day and she was rather noncommittal about what she had done since he left, “I just sort of messed around,” was very true but not very disclosing. It would have been wonderful if he was thrilled about her promiscuity, but that wasn’t the way it was.When they did get to bed, she. It was like driving on top of a cloud, fantastic! We often got requests from new businesses wanting to establish account facilities with us, and one such request was from Rebecca Cannon. She was working from home in a town not too far from where I lived so I phoned and made an appointment to call and see her. It was usual with new accounts to show as much of the range as possible, so my car, a Ford Mondeo was loaded to the gunwales with pattern books, all of which I carried in for her to make.