At least, for now.I positioned myself, kneeling between her feet. Such gorgeous feet. I could kiss them. I could worship them, never mind the rest of ...er. I could spend hours kissing her feet, sucking her toes, caressing them, rubbing my hard cock over them, spilling warm cum over them and marking them as mine. Maybe some other time. Today I have promised her something so much more intense. I have promised it to myself, too.I leaned forward and brought my head between her open legs. I am. The tempo in the office had been quite intense the last few months. Constant long hours, meetings, projects and briefs seemed to be never ending. This makes it all more bearable. Enjoyable even. For the last few weeks however, it feels like something has changed. Not in an obvious sort of way. The little things. Pauses here and there, where there usually were not any. Also, we found ourselves talking about our fantasies more openly than before. Slowly realizing we had quite a lot of naughty. Life was so much better in her opinion when the only care in the world was her slutty pussy. She wanted Ben to achieve a similar state of mind. Her master plan was near completion because It didn't take long for her son's cock to start pulsating again. He went upstairs to try to work on schoolwork that was due later in the week, but he couldn't help but visualize all the uninterrupted i****t he was going to be able to commit with his busty new fuck-toy tomorrow.Kristin didn't even bother to do. As he gained his first ever goat size of an erection I smiled, as I admired the stoutness and length of his pointy cock, it nearly sixteen inches poked out from its sheath.His cock began to dripping some pre, the stuff being still somewhat human was thick enough to hang off the cock-head in long strings of sticky goo.He was feeling and finding his body as taking on similar aspects of becoming a satyr, if but that I knew what my semen did to men would change the poor man into being a double to.