The conversation was stale and greasy, too. Who were these people, anyhow? They were graying pot-bellied men and their wrinkling, desperately over-mas...araed wives. Certainly, they weren't anyone I had anything in common with any more... if I ever did.From across the room, someone was waving at me. She looked vaguely familiar. By golly, it was an older version of Marianne. She showed the ravages of repeated attempts at dieting, with perhaps a botched attempt at a facelift or two thrown in. What. As she deep-throated my arousal what by then stood so erect it hurt. We in the 69 position until another like her arrived and reliving Vandalia, a Janet took over, as I recall her scent reminded me of black licorice. It stimulated me as nothing I ever remember happening when eating licorice. My testicles swelled, penis became as it remains now, a bestial cock, my skin turned black as from the underarms and down the length of me, I am shaggily covered with black fur. I have grown a tail like. He also admitted that he had heard her plotting to get Marie out of the marriage. She had said that Marie would be better off as a single Mom than being married to me. She had said it more than once. Marie’s sister’s husband, Aaron, and I became better friends as well. He didn’t know why Momma disliked me, but he was aware of it. He was glad I caught the heat because he knew it spared him. When we were at ball games, picnics or other times when it was just our kids and the two of us we joked. “It’s just for fun,” she complained. We all got a good laugh out of it and insisted that from now on she needed to leave her trashy reading out where the rest of us could enjoy it.“I know you probably have a fantasy of ravishing Jacob this evening, but would you sleep with me tonight, sweetheart?” Nanette asked Desi. I was surprised but okay with that. In a couple of weeks, Desi and I would have a whole weekend together out in DC.“You want me?” Desi asked. Nanette was not often bold in singling.