She was a pretty, young, black woman, plainly dressed in a white golf shirt and khakis. Her hair fell softly in curled strands to her shoulders, charm...ngly framing a glowing face. She had a wonderful smile and an aura exuding sensuality, despite her business casual attire. But she filed passed me to the nether regions of coach while I remained comfortably sipping bubbly up front, nothing exchanged between us but a smile. Now, I’m not the kind of man who looks at an attractive woman and thinks,. A man's? I shook my head. This couldn't be happening, this has to be a dream, I thought. But I was definitely awake. Then, I felt it. My crotch... I reached down, hoping to god I found the trimmed young pussy I went to sleep with. But no. The tingling sensation had sealed up the slit of my pussy and I felt a cock and testicles push their way into existence, getting larger each second. The tingling stopped. I blinked. My eyes had begun to adjust and I was now looking down at my new body laying. Soon, somehow, the director managed to have her clothes magically stripped from her body as if by the wind, first blouse, then bra, until her torso was naked (or at least all of it which was visible from the waist up) at which point great gusts of wind blew against her so that her breasts were pushed up and down and her hair went back, pulled off her forehead.Veronica was incredibly turned on by this. For that matter, she hadn't been to many porno flicks, even though she could have gone many. We alldo what we must as the situation dictates." Then she told me to starttaking notes. "During the war we had a leak, a minor one we thought at the time. Weknew, or thought we knew, who it was, but we could never prove it andHenri made the decision that this man would be allowed to continue living as before. That was a mistake dear. After the war this same manjoined the new post war government on the strength of his work in theResistance. Because there had been no reprisals for his.