“I ... I ... I don’t know,” said a still tearful Emma.“Think about it,” I replied.“Why don’t you, Lauren, Billy and Kitty go and have a ...ook at the new rooms?” I said to Ruth. “Oh and stay out of the autobar!” I added with a wink.“Yes Dad, come on, let’s go,” said Ruth enthusiastically.I made Emma a cup of coffee whilst she tried to phone a few places to see where she stood, though made little headway due to the fact that it was the weekend. Eventually I phoned Gavin my solicitor and let Emma. After getting past the initial shock I attacked that hole with my tongue. She became wetter and wetter and the mmm's became more frequent. I flipped her back over and told her to spread her legs which she now did very willingly. The smell of sex must have been overwhelming in that room. I licked more deliberately now slowly making my way to her clit. As I began to lick and nibble her button I thought she was going to jump off the bed. I now held her in place and worked on getting her off. The. The charge continued build and he noticed that his arms and legslooked smoother and hairless. He rubbed his now slender, and longerfingernailed, hand over them gaining pleasurable feedback. The chargecontinued to build and he saw his skin take on what first seemed like atan but was clearly becoming a different hue. He hurried to the mirrorto get a better look. As he ran he felt his hair flop down against hisshoulder blades.He finally arrived in the mirror as the static charge was building. Steady and firm, she uses perfect rhythm to circle it. She closes her eyes, focusing solely on her enjoyment, her experience. The steady thrum of pressure sends her cresting and then falling, pure bliss rolling through her. Her toes dig deep into the mattress and then finally uncurl as she collapses heavy into the bed, a twist of limbs and a hum of satisfaction humming through her.But she knows it’s not going to last long. She needs a cock. More specifically, he needs Max’s.Once Tiffany walked.