My slacks tightened involuntarily at the sight, all the blood in my body immediately pooling to my groin.I wanted the brunette beauty to lick my tip.F...eling suddenly as corrupted as any sixty-year-old pedophile on the prowl for virtuous females of the younger variety, I flogged myself internally, trying to keep the unconventional spike of emotions beneath me. It was strange, being so immediately attracted to this woman; it usually took much more than just appearance alone for me to be attracted. I strategically moved my hands to my lap to cover it. If Kelly noticed anything was strange, she didn’t indicate it. When we finally arrived at her house, she simply got out of the car, straightened her skirt and announced, “We’re here.” I'd managed to will the boner away by meditating on a boring documentary about bridge construction I'd seen a couple of nights ago. Still, if this was any sign of what my visit would be like, I knew I was in for a nightmare of a weekend. Kelly showed me. They felt like tiny little pillowspressed up against the fabric that enveloped him.When William's face stopped changing, he realised that everything elsewas also now almost entirely in place. He wiggled his toes and found thatthe movement came immediately. He ran his palms over his athletic butfull thighs, then along the sides of a rounded but pert bottom thatbulged outwards slightly as it rested on the table. He continued hisexplorations around his wide hips and then upwards, finding there a. Heather went and adjusted one strap of the harness, and Monica nodded.Bill flicked the whip again and Monica started walking and then with a second flick of the whip, started to jog slowly. Jennifer watched the muscles flex and ripple as Monica did two laps around the track at the slow jog.On the third lap, Bill didn't flick the whip, he just said "Go on Monica, go girl."Monica picked up speed and soon was doing a good run around the track, Bill held the reigns and rode in silence.After the.