I ran upstairs and closed thedoor just as the reverse change hit. I watched as my legs began get hairyagain and started to show through my pantyhose....My hips and ass deflated,followed by my breasts, then my hair shortened while my dick returnedtenting my sisters skirt which became too tight on me. I felt the zipper ripopen and the skirt slid down my legs leaving me nude in my sisters room justas she walked in.Was she ever shocked. "What in the hell are you doing in my clothes?" I answered,. I asked her the reason for it.She: yar agar sex karne k baad chhod diya hota usne to??Me: wow, what thinking!! Who knows if your husband leaves you after sometime? Ab aisa mat kehna ktum sex nai krte and laughed.She: sex to karte hain but.Me: but give any 1 reason why should he not leave you.She: shadi ho chuki hai na!!!Me: accha. what about divorces? They happen after marriage only.She was absolutely shocked and seemed to really thinking about what I was saying.I continued my speech.Me: yar. All I can do is imagine how wet and hot her pussy is. I want to slide her panties off and put my face right over her womanhood and feel the heat. I want to breathe a breath of hot air onto her glazed vagina. A gently kiss to her clit to introduce myself. A lick that travels from top to bottom but barely enough to open her throbbing lips. I'd imagine she'd had enough and pulled my face into her steamy entrance. I would then enjoy my favorite course and bring her to climax several times. I would. I note, with vague interest, that you are not dreaming of kissing me on the lips. Perhaps you have never had the pleasure of a mortal woman, or perhaps I am a prostitute or some other unfortunate creature clinging to the edges of human society, not deemed worthy of your kiss. It matters not to me, as another jolt of your now nearly painful want shoots through me, up my spine to rattle my brain, and I feel you forcing yourself into my swollen, tight, eternally wet and ready pussy. You begin.