I lower my head and close my eyes, his hand grabs one breast and begins to twist my nipple. I squeal and squirm slightly while his other hand rubs my ...weet pot harder.Mark kisses my lips gently then with more vigor. My tongue reaches for his while he continues to massage my breasts and clit. His hands rub my pussy. His fingers feel amazing as he is rubbing my clit and he slowly starts fingering me. I start to moan and feel my pussy getting so wet. He is fingering me so fast and rubbing my clit. Just let them stew until I decide what's to be done," I told the others."How do you receive the cell phone signal and the news feed if nothing can get through your Defensive Shell?" Frank asked."There are antennas built into the top of the Shell and they re-transmit the signal inside the Shell," I told him."Shall we return to our lunch?" It's getting cold or at least older," Robert asked, and we all returned to the kitchen and our waiting lunch there.I sat at the table unable to eat, I was so. Then the second part of the transformation was almost as disconcerting asthe first part. It started underneath with my boxer briefs. They becamemuch tighter and felt softer against my altered groin, transforming intoblack lace, overlaid silk, French cut panties. Next, there was a kind oftightening around my torso. I'm not sure what did what, but upon laterinspection a matching black bra to the panties were the result, pushingup and supporting my new breasts. I felt like I was being submerged in. My name is Janice Pittman, and that man over there with his finger inside of my friend, Midge, is my husband, Brad,” Jan said to Matt.“You seem to have already heard that my name is Matt,” said Matt in reply. “Matt Winstead; I am pleased to meet you formally at last, Mrs. Pittman. And let me take this opportunity to say that you are very beautiful. Mr. Pittman is indeed a very fortunate man to be able to enjoy that beauty regularly.”Jan smiled slyly and said in reply, “Play your cards right,.