You giggled when you squeezed my hand, and I dropped my drink. I want my skin to know the feel of nothing else again....And it's happening again. We'r... parked In the neighborhood, nestled in a cul-de-sac, shrouded by overgrown trees. And I'm stilled during what plays back as a frenzied loop through memory later on.It wasn't simply your hair, pinned back and nearly gleaming with captured moonlight. It wasn't the way you sighed when my lips grazed your exposed collarbone. Or the way you would. If he was right, then his... What did the note say? Quickly he unwrapped and reread the part about Trixie's bodyparts. There was the part about the legs and feet. Suddenly heexperienced a strange feeling in his legs, followed immediately by acramping in his feet. Sitting down, he stared, open-jawed at what hesaw. His legs were undergoing a transformation! Smoothing and changingtheir very contour, the hair fading, leaving a pair of legs that weren'this! His feet were also changing;. ‘Go look at yourself in the mirror and you will see what I see.’ Hob commanded. She stood in front the mirror looking at herself. She admired her image in the mirror a beautiful woman with blond hair, pink lipstick, dress and nail polish and wearing white stockings and heels. The gold crucifix that Hob fastened around her neck was proudly worn dangling above her breasts. She turned with a swirl of her dress and looked at her side profile at her stocking clad legs and the artfully tied bow on. My pulsed raced with nervous, built up sexual desire. I waited and made sure his wife had gone to bed and that my friend, Jon was getting in the shower. I almost ran to the garage. Once inside, Jon’s dad grabbed me and planted a big kiss right on my lips! I don’t know why it surprised me so much but it did. I didn’t mind it, in fact I kind of liked him kissing me, the passion, and it seemed so intimate. When his tongue pressed into my mouth, my hands instinctively sought out his cock. I rubbed.