I spent the rest of the day naked in front of a mirror, staring at mybody as it slowly changed and desperately willing it not to happen. Itried hard t... force the changes not to occur, as though my willpowerwere enough. Unfortunately, it wasn't and I continued to slowly becomemore and more like Patrice De Nasia, the deceased Outsider.Eventually I turned away from the mirror and climbed into bed, too tiredto keep fighting it. It wasn't physical exhaustion that drove me, butthe dread realization. I came back to her and told her to undress and I did the same. I stood there for a while and looked at her body, hairy chut, big protruding lips, massive milk tanks with big semi erect nipples and dark brown areola. I went close to her and started sucking her milk tanks, she started pressing my head and slightly moaning saying all kinds of abussive stuff “chuss mere yeh chuche, us kutia se to kaafi bade hain mere, randibaaz, choos aur zoorse choos, kaat kha inhe madarchod”.As always older women. "Gimme a few minutes, huh?It's real sensitive in there right now." "I'll bet it is," Mark said, and he rammed. The girl snapped her head back, gasping. "Oh, Jesus Christ!" Mark laughed, fucking his cock in and out. His belly smackedher ass rhythmically. The girl's eyes nearly popped out. She gasped and panted as ifshe were having a baby. Mark hunched over her, his back rounded. He hugged her ass tohis lower belly, grinding his cock inside her cunt, laughing as. Sliding her hand between my cheeks, she generously applied even more oil, until my ass was quite literally dripping. Soon her fingers were gripping and groping my ass cheeks and pinching as best as she could with my ass so slippery. With each pinch and squeeze I began to squirm, becoming more and more aroused. Then, for the first time, I felt Monica's fingers graze my puckered hole, then swirling around it. Finally her fingers lingered, and I felt her finger slowly enter my ass for the first.