He knew about my many girl friends in college and had told his wife about my hot relationships with them. His wife’s name is Anjali a housewife, you...know typical Indian woman doing all household jobs, taking care of her only son, husband, guests like her husband’s aunty etc. who visit her occasionally. A true Gharwali.Once I had some work so I visited my friend Vikram at Agra. He was happy to see me so was Anjali. But he told that he has to visit Jaipur for a week as he is a corporate manager.. But thenhis movements changed. G-dammit, he was _rubbing_ them! He moanedagain. His voice was definitely a girl's now.And his face was changing. His nose shrank some, and his lips gotfuller. The way his was standing, with his mouth like that, it wasalmost like he wanted me to kiss him. His hair was growing as I watched,over his ears and down around his shoulders. It got lighter as it gotlonger. By the time it stopped, his dark brown hair was a golden blonde.He moaned again. Should I. " That part of my life is over, Charles. Everything is now different and my focus is on you and our relationship. Can you forgive me?"There's nothing to forgive, Susanna." How can you be so damn perfect?"He pulled her to him and they snuggled. Her body nestled into his and they kissed while he kneaded and toyed with her breasts.He moved his hand to her crotch and slowly rubbed her clit and listened to her moans. Susanna removed her panties and spread her legs to allow better access. She. I could tell he’d always show an erection when we talked about her and I’d secretly wish he’d experience it first hand. One night he came over and we were watching a game when the power went off. Without power we decided to all play some poker by candle light. We sat around on the floor by the coffee table. It was fun having to try to see your cards in the dim light so we started drinking more and more. We all began to get pretty well drunk and talk turned sexual. We tried to get S to play.