I embraced him close, panting, murmuring of the beauty and wonder of the boy.He whispered in my ear. “Ora. Ora. Dammelo adesso—Now. Now. Give it t... me now,” and I tensed, jerked, and released; tensed, jerked, and released, bathing the boy deep with my pent-up cum. Never had I had so much cum to give. Never before had I climaxed this well. He had been whispering, “Si, si, si,” as we both experienced my rolling ejaculation, breeding the boy.Federico collapsed on top of me, panting and moaning. It seemed to have to do withthe cumulative time we spent in these clothes, but they didn't comewith instruction manuals. The longer we wore them, the longer it tookto change back, and every time we changed back less. Our jeanspersonas were also changing, but less so. We were just about perfectas it was, so the changes were minor. I picked up a picture of Amandaand I taken last month and compared it to the two of us standing in themirror. There were vague similarities, but they were. Sit down.”I sat; she loomed over me.“This is very important, Rod,” she said, hands on hips, as if talking to a child. “I want the absolute truth. Think carefully about your answer. Ready?”She stopped and waited for a nod, which I duly gave.“What are your feelings for Rachel? Take your time”She moved to the nearest armchair and sat down, looking relaxed, as if for a long wait.Silence. What were my feelings for Rachel? I thought for a while and then decided the historical approach was the best. . hungh... aahhh," the girl chanted, a grunt when she bottomed out on her lover's staff, a sigh of pleasure as she rose up and the thickly veined shaft caressed her throbbing clit. She had her eyes closed tightly, her attention solely on the pleasure that emanated from the point where their flesh was coupled. Her motions became even faster, her hips moving up and downward as fast as she could move them. Her moans became louder, filling the room with the sounds of lust. They were making liquid,.