His pectorals began to stretch his shirt. Inflating outwards. He felt them sag downwards a bit as they continued to grow. His shirt changed then. The ...abric became softer, it pulled around the mounds of flesh. Lifting and pressing the new breasts into a cocoon of soft satin. His slacks seemed to come to life. First growing soft, then becoming more form-fitting.The legs fused. The tan khaki turned bright aqua blue. It shrank upward, revealing his now hairless slender legs until stopping at. ... Well she felt guilty but she really liked it... So we talked and decided that she would see Brent and we would meet so he could think that I was not aware of his loving my wife.... This went that way for about 6 months and Brent brought his wife over and we had dinner and on occasions we went out together as couples. He and Liz kept there rendezvous up to now about once a week. One night Brent and Liz were out for drink and I walked in the bar, I enter over and proceeded to order a. I immediately went down and started licking her pussy from behind her. She forced her face into the cushions as a searched her juicy wet pussy with my tongue, tasting her sweetness. After a few minutes, Lydia pressed her body to mine. "Make love to me, James. I want you inside me."We went to my bed. She lay down on her back, her arms outstretched to hold me. I lay down with her, and began to worship her body. My hands stroked every inch of her. My mouth enveloped first one of her breasts, then. “Yes, I know you are a coward, you could only do things behind my back but you actually a gutless lady who does not have the courage to do anything except for doing stuff behind my back.”She asked, “What you mean what I can’t do?” I spontaneously responded, “You just a loser, you are coward, you don’t have the guts to do it so just get out and let me do what I need to do.” She came near my bad held my hair and said, “What? What is that I can’t do, I am not a coward, you better watch out what.