(Was that good or bad???!!)I was made to bend over again, and lube was applied, it was freezing, one fat finger was inserted, then 2 and then 3, rathe... too rough for my liking, which they sensed, someone said, go gently, don't hurt her, just when I was thinking her??? and re assured that they were taking care of me, someone else said yes, don't ruin her, she has lots of cock to take yet... And that moment was gone...Condom wrappers were heard, and whilst a new short but very very fat cock was. Ina few brief seconds, my fingernails, which I had spent parts of thelast two decades clipping short enough so no white showed on them, grewa clear inch past my fingertips, ending in fine, perfectly manicuredpoints.Before I could even comprehend the change, hell, before my left handhad even finished changing, I could feel the tingle shoot through myright arm, all the way to the shoulder. Feeling nearly out of controlof my own body, I felt my arm tremble, and gazed in horror as. Stacy’s family and mine had been neighbors since I was born and growing up we’d naturally done everything together. Our parents enrolled us into the same schools, extracurriculars and sports activities.We’d grown up in a small town in the suburbs and never had the chance to eacape the watchful eyes of our parents. So, when college application time came We were determined to go as far away from home as possible, while still being close enough to not cause worry. Dorming here was perfectStacy dad. My in-experience was obvious, and having a confident, very attractive older woman put her hands all over my body was a little intimidating. She really put me at ease, asking me questions about myself. She seemed to show a sincere interest and she kept me talking which stopped my mind from wandering into sexual fantasy. Over the next couple of months, I never mis-behaved while she massaged me, it was strictly therapeutic and she was a complete professional. She had also become a friend. We ran.