He pulled and twisted the nipples andhis feet rubbed against each other in front of him.Within seconds, the bones in his feet began to fuse, the joint...solidifying and fusing together into a solid lump. His feet lengthened. The unkempt toenails at the tips of his toes clicked together. Thedense, solidified nail spread to cover the front of his toes and thencurved around to line the bottom of the balls of his feet.Theseus' new hooves clacked against the ground as he teased the nippleson his. C'est sa s?ur, Manon, qui nous a annonc? lanouvelle, et qui nous a dit qu'on devait l'appeler Chlo?!" Et tu n'as pas ?t? surprise? Tu ?tais la petite amie d'Antoine!" Oui, j'?tais sa petite amie... Enfin, on ne faisait que flirter. Deuxou trois fois, j'ai bien essay? de faire l'amour avec lui, mais il a en?t? incapable. C'?tait ?vident qu'il n'aimait pas les filles. Du coup,on a rompu, mais on est rest? bonnes amies!"J'avais envie de dire que l'impuissance d'Antoine ?tait certainementprovoqu?e. 'It's nice to see, I still have the same effect on you, as when we first met,' he smiled when I gave him a chance to breath. I failed to understand this chemistry myself. He was unmistakenably not the hottest guy I've ever dated. He was barely average. But there was something in him, I couldn't get enough of. He made my heart race and my pussy dampen like no other man before.'Just trying to warm you up,' I said innocently, pushing him against the wall, which was covered with big winter coats. Quite often back then, up until we were about the age of 20 years old, Tom and I spent a lot of time together visiting each other at our houses. On multiple occasions this led to sleepovers, mostly out of convenience. Whether it was because we were young and driverless or because it was just easier to spend the night. Both of us didn’t even really consider drinking or doing d**gs back then, even when we were in our later teenage years due to the religious type of atmosphere we were subject.