There was a small puddle of something on the floor beneath her.The woman nodded, and he was as advertised, sizeable and strong.Damn said the girl, I r...ally need it. She hurried out the back door, flimsy top flowing behind her, big breasts bobbling, pussy weeping, saw the boy with the mower and sat on the back steps, knees spread as an invitation and admired his bare and sweating torso as her outer labia fluttered. The kid looked strong, well-muscled, long-legged, hard-assed. She wondered how. "What are you doing to me?" What do you think? Isn't it obvious? I’m making your dreams cum true. I'm turning you into a girl.”"No please, stop it", you plead with your new, girl voice.But I have no intention of stopping until my work is complete. I draw my cock all the way back over your brand new pussy… the sensations are so new to you… you begin to drip almost instantly… lubricating my fuck stick.Though your mind is screaming STOP, your body tells a different story as you grind your ass into. " When I ducked back around the corner from the kitchen with the two steaming mugs, Fiona was still in her room. I poked my head in and found her standing in front of the mirror with her hands on her hips. She was wearing a tight white Hello Kitty t-shirt that didn't quite come all the way down to the waistband of her panties. She turned and pouted at me. Her nipples were stretching her top out in a taut circus tent across her chest. "You're going to ruin that shirt," I chuckled. "Yeah," she. Go in, fuck her and leave. The easiest score in a lifetime! I retrieved my go pro camera I had hidden in the warehouse. I was parked across the street in a parking lot next to a few cars. I was diligent about remaining incognito. Tonight I was the puppet master, pulling the strings, making her perform. I sent her another text. It was a shopping list. That would keep her busy so I could get home and review the footage. I couldn’t get home quick enough! She arrived an hour later. She was still.