" Stephana replied.She was very excited about trying out some of the treats Sugar Rush had to offer. While Ross was preparing a sweet sampler in the k...tchen, Stephana was making a list of treats she wanted to take home with her on a notepad. Her sweet tooth wasn't the only thing that was raging. Her hormones along with the honey pot between her thighs were in a high fever pitch at the sight of Ross. He was tall like 6'2, short black hair, soulful brown eyes that were as brown as the chocolate. Disgrace your wife by fucking her like a cheap whore in a brothel. I arched her legs almost near her head and I slammed my dick inside her pussy vigorously and I slapped her face. She moaned, again. Do it again. HarderI slapped her face and slapped her tits. Pinching and tweezing them.I took out my cock and said, taste yourself, you filthy whore. Taste your pussy on my cock. She knelt up and started sucking me off. Slapping my cock on her face and on her tits. Then she bent over and said, hubby. .. BONE!" she rasped. Sheseemed as impressed with this as with me being a mermaid. She put herfinger against the lens of one of her little stick-on goggles and pressed.It fell off into her hand. Then she did the other one."How the heck do those stay on your face?" It's that thing my dad invented. A way of getting things that don'tnormally stick to stick to each other. Something about fooling the atoms sothey think they're part of the other thing. So what's it like being aprincess?"I would. The breasts had already become apparent to me,their presence emphasized by practically every movement of mybody. The panties, on the other hand, emphasized something I hadlost rather than gained. When I pulled them up, they nestledthemselves at the edge of my new slit, reminding me I was nolonger a man in any way.As for outer attire, a polo shirt, jeans, sneakers and socks werenot too different from their male counterparts. The onlydifficulty was slipping them on. I was used to the more.