He put his index finger into my vagina and moved it in and out a couple of times. When he took it out, it was wet with my juices. “Suck your finge..., John. Taste my pussy.” He licked and sucked his finger and I don’t think he ever wanted to stop even though there was no way he could still taste it. “Oh, Beth,” he said. “That’s the first time I’ve tasted a pussy. It is so good. You taste so good. I can’t wait until I get to actually lick a pussy.” “Well,” I said, “you never know. Maybe. ”“He’s George Chapman’s son.”My expression didn’t change.“George Chapman runs the factory. He has done ever since ... you know. Tom graduated from university in the summer and started on a management-training program at the factory in September. Mom set up the date and told me about it yesterday. She wasn’t best pleased when I told her I’d already made arrangements.”“But why were Grace and Emily upset about it? It doesn’t really affect them, does it?”“I don’t think they’re upset so much as. My hands were tiny and feminine - and sporting inch-long red fingernails! Oh shit! This couldn't be happening! I couldn't be a girl! Those stories were fiction, right? How in the hell was I going to explain this?I got up quickly - finding that my chair, adjusted for my former height, kept my new legs dangling short of the ground - and hopped down, feeling my new breasts swaying and jiggling. It felt - strange. Odd too have the weights tugging at my shoulders, and swaying around. And yet, at the. She then told him to wait there and turned around.The laundry boy put his hand on his mouth when he saw Tanisha’s butt plug tail. In fact, the torn track pant also gave a view of her thick ass crack. Purposely shaking her ass while walking, Tanisha reached the closet and opened its door.The laundry boy began to rub and scratch his neck at the sight of Tanisha’s ass. He did not know the laptop was kept behind him. I didn’t blame him though because the view of Tanisha’s ass made me forget about.