When I drove there I unloaded at the storage facility by myself. There wasn't that much, so even with the fucked up hand, I could do it. Making it and...distributing it was a problem for me, but it had to be done. Well it had to be done, if I wanted to do anything on the edge.The law would be looking for me, or for whoever was responsible for a fact. They didn't care that it was me. Now the bootleggers would be looking to crush the competition. They could be a bigger problem, but that was just. She was a housewife busy all day with her kid. I told about my work and all, we were friends now and exchanged our numbers. We reached her place, I helped her to drop her son at home as was loaded with her handbag and her son’s bag, I went inside her house and dropped her son in his room.I came back and she was there with a glass of water for me. She tied her hair on top and was looking more beautiful. I asked her about her husband and she said that he is a businessman and mostly is out of. I hadn't even noticed that our hands seemed to have been exchanged. Myfingers had acquired her gorgeous nails! And that's when I noticedother, much more subtle changes in myself. Hair was brushing my upperback, and blond strands had appeared in my peripheral vision. My chestfelt puffy, almost like when they first began to grow, and my arms wereslimming down."MM...Marge!" I stammered, "What's happening?"She grinned even more broadly, but this time with my mouth! "We'returning into each other,. She had just bought this bikini from Victoria’s Secret. It wasn’t cheap and it was hard to find a nice one in her tiny size, so having it pasted with semen stains was not in her plans. A girl had to do what a girl had to do. Bobbi looked up at Jr., she watched eyes close and watched his face start to contort. Bobbi dug her knees into the grass and got into position with her mouth covering the head of his cock. She didn’t want any leaks. Bobbi moved her hands up and down, up and down more.