"It's Joe. We're going to go fishing this weekend," Frank said."You've already agreed without consulting me? What if I had plans?"Rebecca asked offend...d."Sorry, I didn't think it was a big deal," Frank said innocently."Whatever," Rebecca said scornfully."Yeah, we're good. I'm not sure I'll be good at fishing though. I don'teven think I remember how to put a tent up," Frank joked."No worries. I got it all covered," Joe assured him."Sounds good," Frank agreed.Rebecca sighed as Frank hung up.. But I didn't hesitate; taking the glass anddowning it. Nothing happened.Thinking nothing was going to happen after about 4 hours of sitting arounddoing nothing, I decided to go upstairs and get ready to go out with theguys.When I reached my room, all of sudden I felt tingly all over. Wonderingwhat was up, I soon found out as I abruptly began to change. The hair on myhands began to recede into my skin as my nails grew out about half an inch.My ass and hips grew out, too, causing my pants to rip.. We didn't tell him who, he had no idea. He's a mean little bastard, and he'd have found a way to take it out on you."Now I knew what the business in last night's curtain call had been about. When they'd booked the house for today's thingy he must have got wind."You don't seem to like him much," I observed."I detest him," she said with a real bite. "When I made my Met debut in Boheme he was my stage lover. He kept giving me all manner of unwanted advice and trying to get in my pants, and when I. I felt his cock at my entrance, felt it pressing hard against my brown hole, my intimacy. My cheeks were burning and the fire spread onto my inside. He pushed his way slowly into me, little by little, deeper and deeper. Somebody pushed his fingers inside my pussy and slowly started to go in and out, in and out again. Yet another hand was finding my tits, squeezing and pinching the tips. When the cock was buried deep on the inside of me, I felt hands grab my hips firmly and he started to fuck.