Looked at my omelet. Leaned over, to take a bite. Scooted my chair back, to get the angle right. Eating with no hands wasn't exactly difficult, it was...just kind of messy. I nearly choked, though, when I sat up a little to take another drink and saw him watching me so intently. He didn't even look pleased, this time, just fascinated.Apparently it was a good enough show that he mostly forgot to eat. I finished long before he did, and watched for awhile as he chewed his obviously cold eggs. I. I tell you not to say anything, just get in and sit down.I begin to drive away and look in the review mirror at your blue eyes staring back at me. They widen slightly, not knowing what this is all about. I tell you to take off your panties. You don't hesitate and reach up under your skirt, pulling them down slowly across your thighs. I reach back and tell you to give them to me. I tell you you're only going to get them back if you behave and do as I tell you. You agree, nodding your head. I can. He wanted this. No. He couldn’t. The pill, his new body, had to be playing tricks on him. There was no way he could want to wrap his lips around Will’s perfect…fat…cock.As the realization struck Sam, Heather shifted to Will’s slimy head. Sam followed suit. Salty liquid smeared across his flesh and tickled his tongue. He thought kissing another man’s genitals would repulse him more, but he wasn’t a man anymore, and the one responsible needed worship.Heather gave Sam room, sliding over beside. Immediately his phone went ‘ding’ and a text from Sam which contained a big smiley face and was immediately followed by another one which read, “Lunch?”“What’s on the menu?” he replied with a smiley face giggling to himself, “Come over and find out” was her reply, the old mans heart skipped a few beats as he scurried around to find his shorts.“Scrambled egg alright for you daddy?” she asked excitedly as the old man walked into her kitchen, her face was beaming like the cat that got the cream,.