“I don’t blame anyone for trying to pick you up- you’re beautiful”; I said as I pulled away from her. “Let’s go get your luggage so I can ...ake you home.” She still had short brown hair like she did two years earlier, but I didn’t remember her bright green eyes – or her knockout figure. We got her bags with very delay and started the drive home. Pooja slid over until she was sitting almost next to me on the seat. “I could feel your cock, you know. I could feel it get hard against me when we. . but he never did. He just stuck to small talk about his day and boss. Suddenly there was a knock at the door and Brad rushed over to answer it. When he returned he led two men back with him."Dave, this is my friend Eric. Eric this is Dave my friend I told you about, who I worked with before I transferred," said Brad introducing me to the first man. Eric looked to be around the same age as Dave and I. He had brown hair that was short and shaggy and his face had a few days of scruffy growth on. "Oh yes," Imurmured in my brand new contralto voice. "Very pleased."A short while later, I slipped off the gurney and wandered in front ofa mirror, tossing my hair with my hand, flipping it over my shoulder,fascinated by the way my spherical breasts moved under my mochapigmented skin. I heard the door open, and I saw the doctor's facebreak into a smile as he saw me in the mirror. Wordlessly he walkedtoward me, as I watched his reflection approach me. "Just need a quickexam," he whispered in my. Her legs are long, smooth thighs nicely curving into rounded womanly hips. My mother"s face I had always regarded as pretty, in a nice and sweetly smiling kind of way. Mom throws back her long hair; it"s dark and wavy, and the act makes the heavy weights of her breasts rise and fall. I"m scared. Of my mother, the moon, and myself.Mom comes to me, and gently strokes me into hardness through the sheets before pulling them aside."Oh God, m-mom?" I stutter, but she climbs on my bed, one naked leg.