Just when she thought she might explode, he pulled back. She ached for him to continue. He told her to close her eyes. She obeyed. She felt something ...oft brushing over her skin, causing her to shiver slightly. It made a trail across her body. It was so soft but caused heat to build in her as she waited to find out where it would touch her next. He lifted her ass, hooked his thumbs into the elastic and removed her panties. She dared to sneak a peek and saw that he was holding a feather. She. ”“Cheers.”“No, in a nice way. I like you.”“Yeah. I like you. We’re mates.”“You’re a nice kisser.”“Shut up.”“Only saying.”“Yeah, well. So are you.”He smiled then he pointed to my boned up boxers.“What’s this?”“Yeah well. It’s late, innit? I always get boned up at night.”Dermot kicked the duvet off the sofa. He just lay there naked, stretched out on the sofa with his cock on bone, lying flat along his belly.He reached for my boxers and pulled ‘em down. I just stood there and let him do it. My. Shampoo spoke, "Shampoo wonder if Ranma curse come with change, too. It look like you now girl-type Ranma! You make beautiful womans!"With some fear, Tim turned to the mirror. The sight before him shook him to his very core.An extremely attractive blue-eyed redhead was reflected back at him in all her glory. She was shorter than Shampoo, but every bit as well formed. Her face was Asian perfection, with almond eyes, slightly tilted upward towards the outside. Her neck was swanlike, down to slim. She’s few inches shorter than you, with a curvy body that she maintains with an active yoga regime, and long dark brown hair that she’s wearing loose today. Your friends are always teasing you about having a hot mom, and you can objectively see that she’s attractive, although you try not to follow that line of reasoning too much – she works as a catalogue model, but you’ve never taken much interest in that, and have steadfastly refused to tell your friends which ones she models for.“Hey mom,”.