'I'ma damned crow; my skin's as dark as I've ever seen.' She rubbed herleft arm roughly with her right hand, trying to wipe the color away. Itdidn't...work.Both of the transformed men were wearing sleeveless, gray union suits,shirt and drawers combined into a single garment that stretched down tomid-calf, with buttons from the neck to the groin. The clothes hadfitted the men they had been, so, now, they hung like tents on their newbodies."Lylah," Molly said, "ye sit down quiet-like on one of. Tom commented that "You were right Mark, the beds big enough anyway!", and I tingled down below as I knew what he had in mind. Mark looked at Tom and asked him if he would mind pouring some drinks while he and I got more 'Comfortable', Mark and I sat on the large sofa in the Main room and began stroking each other gently, all the while kissing and whispering how much we wanted each other! I was broken away from this erotic moment by Tom touching my shoulder to distract me before handing us both. She looked down at me and smiled, she was proud that she fixed the vent. She turned around, her crotch within inches of my face. u*********sly, I hadn’t let go yet, she put her hand on my head and said” we make a great team!”, I nodded. I caught her scent, her pussy had an aura, I could no longer see it, but was now so hard and excited. I hadn’t let go and she hadn’t moved. I moved my hand up her leg, she moved her hand to the back of my head. She brought my face to her pussy, I clutched her. Joyce does that better than anyone I've ever seen. She loves all of us, and it seems to cover all areas, not just being in bed together. Shirley wants to be loved and accepted like Joyce is. For her, it has been a slow journey to bring her to that point. Slow or not though, she's the first of the original wives to understand that Joyce is the happiest person in our family." What about Dee Dee?" She's a lot like Joyce, but to her, these relationships aren't as complete yet. Not anything like.