Then Lysaspun around with the towel and handed it to him."Here, hun. I'm so sorry," she said with anguish on her face."Oh, it's not your fault. I wasn...t looking where I was reaching," he saidhonestly. He had suddenly glanced at Lysa's cleavage as she was pouring thecoffee. One of those instincts men can't resist. Especially with the silksun dress she was wearing. The coffee hit him about mid-thigh. He glanceddown and saw it was red, but no blistering. As the pain subsided, Marksuddenly realized. Sure enough, the next two nights he stayed at work well past 9pm.The extra time alone had not been good for Heather. She'd tried to distract herself with chores, but the whole time all she could imagine was Marcy bent over her husband's desk, getting rammed from behind. Or Marcy giving Scott a blowjob while he sat in his chair. Or Scott banging the gorgeous redhead against the office door.Desperate, Heather went out drinking with her friends. Those closest to her and Scott told her she was. .and a peculiar wish that I would be...pretty. God...why on earthwould I want that?And then the tingling headed for my groin...and I knew what was next.My cock swelled as if in desperation, asserting its masculinity in avain effort to avoid what was about to happen to it.But there was no hope, no escape. In moments, my once proud penisdwindled in size, shrinking, shrinking...until it reached the dimensionsof a ...clit. A little red button that just peeped out from the pussylips my scrotum. Christ, she was so wet. I rubbed fingers up and down her wet panties, she let out deep groans thrusting her pelvis up and down “I can’t stand it” she whispered. I pulled her panties to one side, revealing her pussy glistening in her own dew, she was completely shaven, God what a woman. She murmured as I traced two fingers up and down her slit as I kissed her neck. I gently rubbed her clit, only stopping now and again to slide my fingers into her wet hairless pussy. Her whole body heaved and.