He retired from the air force after 30 years. He spoke in a gentle southern accent, and he still wore his hair short and had a military bearing to him...“Yeah, well, have a good look,” she said, and then she did something that really shocked me. She handed him her phone and sarcastically told him to take a picture because it would last longer. I was shocked as my daughter bent over and pulled her thong to the side. She wiggled her ass and asked if Mr. Jenkins if he liked what he saw.He was so. 'How dare they treat me like a kid?'After they were gone I started tossing and turning as I couldn't get to sleep. My new body still freaked me out and I started thinking about all the bad things that could happen to me now. I started to cry sob very softly and cried myself to sleep.Even in my dreams I wasn't safe, as I got hunted by everyone in school. The girls called me a pervert, the boys lusted after me or simply wanted to kill the animal. Even my fellow MORFS survivors were hunting me,. They embraced and kissed. Peters hands went to Maria’s breasts while her hand went to his cock.Around them, on the other sofa and on the floor, the other couples were beginning the foreplay that soon had them joined and thrusting against each other.Maria felt Peter’s dick pressing against her cunt lips, rooting around and smearing her growing wetness up and down her slit. She moved him around, finding her center and then lifting her hips to get him inside her. Once in, he slipped deep into her. I glanced across the street and noticed the curtains on the upstairs windows of the house opposite were open and ever the optimist I kept an eye on them. I saw a very attriactive looking lady runnning down the street and disappear into the house and wondered if shed be straight in the shower and if she might let me see something. After a short while I look up and see her with a towel wrapped around having just stepped out of the shower after her run, I see her notice me looking up , she stops.