He didn'tsee any hair on his arms or legs, and when pulling his hair, saw that itwas a dark blonde and down to his shoulder blades. He could feel thew...ight of all that wet hair pulling on his head.Nearly at a panic, Steve grabbed at his crotch finding his usual equipmentmissing, and the are feeling sort of smooth. He didn't even want to lookwithout the bikini off. He looked around trying to find a clue as to whatcaused this, whatever THIS was. He noticed that he was in a rather largeyard, with. We talked for almost an hour, while stopping occasionally to pay attention to whatever was on tv. I noticed my wife was actually interested in the movie that was on, at that time, and I thought, ok, this is it, this is the time. My wife had no idea what I was about to do, nor did my friend. My wife and I were sitting on our loveseat and my friend was in the easy chair engrossed in the movie. I had my arm on the back of the loveseat, around my wife. I slowly put my hand on her back and gently. Potter's thumb made itself at home. "That's possible," she pleaded through tightly clinched teeth, "isn't it, Mommy?" Yes, I guess so, Kathy." Mommy put her hand on Mrs. Potter's wrist. "Let's find out about this 'alternate dimension' thing, first. You can always interrogate her more if it doesn't work out." Well, it's a shame to stop now that I've almost got them, but if that's what you want," Mrs. Potter sighed, "that's what we'll do." She reluctantly withdrew her hand, snapped off the glove. It was plain to see that April’s nipples were as sensitive as my own from the groans and sighs she let escape as I suckled and nibbled on them. Of course my own body was responding to her slightly more forceful manipulations. Somehow she had figured out that I responded better to a little more painful breast stimulation, so she would bite down on my nipples a little harder, and was grabbing and pulling on my breasts harder than I was on hers. Her fingers would pull and pinch my elongated.