I don't particularly care about his money. I can get a job to pay for my share of the bills. But I really want to know what that S.O.B. has been doing...with all that money!"There's too many things don't make sense, you know? If he's been hiding his income, intending to dump me, why throw it at floozies? Why, if he wants me out of his life, did he behave that way yesterday? I was already moved out. All he had to do was quietly wait for the divorce papers. I mean, Al, I was married to the guy 14. It might fetch a shilling. Sighinghe picked up the corset and when he touched it he felt a strange tingle.He ignored it until he saw his fingers start changing - they became slimand elegant - a woman's - no a LADY'S hands. He wasn't as tall. He ranto the mirror. His unshaven face was changing - no whiskers and the facewere changing still more - he looked like - impossible but he waslooking like Lady Cynthia - the rich and beautiful Lady Cynthia. Tomgrabbed at his chest - he felt soft flesh - a. “Everything. Every little detail.”“Okay,” she snuggled closer in agreement. She pulled a small piece of carefully rolled paper out of her bra. Appropriate place for it, I mused. She opened it slowly. “He left this, along with a keycard to his hotel room. At first I was unsure what it was, but after reading his note, I knew.”I took the note from her and read it. It was written in beautiful penmanship, almost as if he had prepared it beforehand. “Christine, you are an incredibly gorgeous woman. I. The second teenage black high school student kneeled at her head and pushed his fully erect black cock against her full red lips which she immediately opened to admit the huge black tip. She began sucking noisily, slurping and humming around it as it began to slide back and forth in her mouth and into her throat. I was surprised to see her take so much of his black teenage cock into her mouth, for her full red lips were stretched around it to full capacity. Mom seemed to be in a sexual paradise.