"Yes?" But is it REALLY you?" She shook him again."It’s me, it's really me;" he said, untangling himself from her. "Want me to prove it? You drink s...x cups of coffee a day; you always wear your red pumps on Tuesdays; you read cheesy romance novels on your break and think no one notices when you tear up over them; we first met on a bus coming from Daly City without realizing we worked together; your middle name is Ginsburg because your father wanted to be a Beat; your favorite song is 867—"She. But then she alsoremembered that he wouldn't be able to pleasure again either."Will you change us back, master?" Craig asked as she sat up as well."Oh no," Jack responded, giving them each an appreciative look. "Icouldn't change you back even if I wanted to...and I most certainly don't. You are both so lovely now. A vast improvement from what you had been.You see, that would require another wish and I've already made my three."Ian nodded at that, surprised that only a tiny part of her. After an amicable divorce some five years earlier, Michael now transformed into Michele whenever it pleased him to do so. Living alone and having the privacy to dress when it suited him, he had developed the persona of Michele over a period of years.Michele's male alter ego had fought a battle with his weight for most of his life and he had allowed himself to balloon out during the later part of his marriage. When the opportunity to fully crossdress whenever he felt like it presented itself,. He pulled slowly and Janet cried out. When the head of his cock was caught inside her hot shit-ring, he stopped pulling.“Ooooh” Shari gasped, flicking the tip of her tongue at the stretched ring of her mother’s asshole. swirling her tongue against the shaft of her brother’s cock.Janet could just barely accept that added sensation. Her cunt throbbed and dripped, slippery juices running along her inner thighs. She felt her daughter’s tongue lick, and she clutched the sheets of the bed.