Gently You run Your fingers through my hair like You are combing it, then quickly my hair is in Your fist and You are pulling my head backwards. I stu...ble slightly but with Your other hand in the small of my back, You steady my feet. My mouth opens in surprise and before I can react, Your mouth is over mine, Your tongue urgent in it's exploration,Turning me into Your body, Your hands gently on my shoulders push me to my knees. No command needed, I know what is expected here. My lips part in. She found herself smiling for no reason, saying hello to strangers, and staring longingly at little children playing on the beach.Becca was so wrapped up in her wonderful world that she failed to notice her changing condition. Johnny pulled her aside at the end of a shift."I need to ask you something," he said. "And you don't have to answer if you don't want to."Becca grinned at him. "Anything," he said.Johnny stared at Becca. She always wore loose, flouncy tops and peasant skirts, but over the. But nature was calling in a very different way. I triedto slide back but as I did she used her arms to push meup a few inches. “I want to see your turd come out ofyour ass. To balance myself I grabbed her beautifultits, caressing them, pinching the nipples with my longfinger nails, than grabbing hold of those wonderfulbreasts as a felt my sphincter expand and I fartedloudly into her face. Then the head of my first turdbegan to escape my colon, poking out through the rectumas I tried to. The scream, a masculineone, then one that was feminine, had shattered the quiet. Looking up,Piccolo had seen a form falling, and he had reacted by flying to catchthe falling person.He had reacted instinctively, without thought, and only wondered laterwhy he had done it.Piccolo's arms closed around the form of a young woman as she emergedfrom the thick leaden clouds. She was still quite conscious, andyelling all the louder for it."Will you shut the hell up brat??" asked the Namek, his ears.