Thight and short skirts, smaller tops and things like that.Tori had an 2 year older brother, Steve. Steve was pretty popular himself, and had enough a...tention from the ladies as a quarterback of the football team. But still he couldn’t help to find himself many times getting a hard-on from his little sister.Especially in the weekends. Family tradition said the Anderson’s would have breakfast together Saturday mornings. Always tori would come downstairs in her pajama pants and shirt. That. "Change." I changed. "Wow, that's cool! What does it feel like?" A bit like my foot falling asleep but it's my whole body," I replied -for the third time-, "and my vision blurs a bit from getting taller, sortof like when you're on an elevator. But the first few times, I didn'teven notice I'd changed until people I knew couldn't recognize me." And you have no idea at all why this form?" my mom asked."None," I replied. "Not that it's something I do often but I alwayspictured myself as more. And he loves it.But he and I will not have sexual intercourse anymore. At least as long as I only want to make my pussy exclusively available for more satisfying sex with my Bull. In a way, I guess you can say I “milk” my husband to keep him satisfied but receive a boyfriend’s “milk” in my pussy, to keep me satisfied.And I do it with the self-satisfied awareness that my husband’s waiting at home for me, knowing that as he dutifully, reverently keeps true to me I’m being anything but true to. At that time she was in her early fifties - a tall and well shaped blonde that still made men turn their heads.Before we got out of the car I asked her to leave her bra and panties on the back seat, she apparently had no problem with. After a couple of drinks she had to see the lavatories in the basement. I followed her and waited in front of the ladies room. When she came out I took her aside and reminded her of her promise. I asked her to go back to the ladies room to get rid of her skirt and.