Then, ever so slowly, I took off her panties. There she lay invitingly in front of me.Now that we were both completely naked, we were both feeling the...shyness. She made the first move and widened her legs. That was all I needed.I dived in and kissed her clitoris. She cupped her mouth to prevent herself from screaming. Now more confident, I started to use my tongue. Her body responded to every stroke. Her juices were flowing and her smell was intoxicating. I was rock hard again.I stopped before. About what had happened in L.A., about Chris, about Jill’s longed for ‘simple life’ and my own similar thoughts, about my worries about how Jill and I would carve out time for each other with our disparate work schedules and the ever-present temptation and threat from Malcolm. About Jill’s promise that she’d never leave me for Malcolm or anyone else, but how she couldn’t promise me that she’d not fall in love with him. Even going all the way back to our vacation in England when Chris and Jill. I saw bare breasts of all kinds every day because I encountered many naked female serfs. Therefore, I knew what the full gamut of sizes and shapes looked like, but Eve's tits were right in the range of my preferred style. Hers were large enough to be distinct from her chest wall and to have some shape that was definitely not just a bag to hold the interior fat and glands. Her nipples were right at the extreme point of her tits and placed very conveniently for me to reach. Overall, I found Eve's. Her limbs grew narrow, hands melting into almost spear-like points, her boots falling off her feet turning into the same daggers. Two more sets of limbs sprouted from her sides as I hurtled towards her. She grew bigger. The sclera of her eyes fractured into segments. They became faceted like those of a bug, growing dark and shiny. Her mouth twisted into pincers and... “Werespider!” I gasped in shock. I had only heard rumors of the race existing, dwelling in those far-eastern lands long lost to.