Her femmy wife looked up at her, his eyes opened quite wide. "Do you remember sweetypie?" She asked, nodding her head. She licked her lips and the... rubbed her own breasts against his. "Do you remember when you talked me into letting you tie them up? Do you remember all the times you attached those cruel little clips to my sensitive nipples? Do you remember how you tied my hands behind my back and then attached a leash to those clips that you used to pull me around behind. By the time I was thirteen I began to grow little tits of my own. I started to have some shape to my body and noticed I was growing hair on my little pussy. I remember the day I had my first period. I was sitting on Mrs. Bookmen's sofa when I noticed stains of blood on my white shorts. I cried out and Mrs. Bookmen rushed over to have a look. She stripped off my shorts and panties and wiped my pussy with a clean wet cloth then kissed me there and told me it was all better. She explained what had. With the next sneeze, they blew themselves against the TV screen and beyond."What happened?" Tim said, pushing a puffy poodle skirt down as he sat up and stared at a pair of saddle shoes. He turned to see himself in the mirror, only now they were in black and white."This is just great!" Lesley said in Tim's body when she noticed the 1955 date on the calendar. "How can a remote zap us inside a TV show?" Maybe that remote control is the Super remote that dad was once working on in his home lab.". You twitch again as I wrap my full, warm lips around the head and commence with a proper blow job in earnest. Massaging the underside of your cock with my talented tongue. I bounce up and down your stiff pole. As I take it inch by inch deeper into my mouth, I move the hand wrapped around your shaft down to cup your balls lightly.My other hand is sliding down my body, pausing at my blouse to undo a few buttons, to give you a clear view of my ample cleavage as I suck you. Then sliding down.