I noted how cold her feet were as I told her it’s my hot Italian blood, you should see my husband I added. Hoping for a tripped up response, but non... came. What did was her second foot joining the first warming itself again mine. I could hear the scratch of the sheets and the slight bed movement as her drew closer, it was her pouting breasts that came next pressed to my back. Do you mind, she asked. Before I could get out a trembling response she was cupping me, I can’t say it was terrible. If. Alison liked wearing form fitting tops, tight workout shorts and tennis shoes. Her shorts really showed off her beautiful ass and her tops emphasized her tits, which were small but perky. She had runner’s hips, not wide, but still feminine. She had a deep voice and deep southern accent with a quick smile. She was a Southern Belle transplanted to the desert. Normally, after the school bus takes the kids, Alison and I would chat briefly and then go back to our respective homes. I loved those. " I should just take you up on it," she said as I sat there, somewhat uncomfortably, not quite sure if this was all in jest. I can tell you that my cock was taking it seriously.But, the conversation went to other things and I really never thought much more about it.Then, about two weeks later, Laura called me and asked me to supper the next evening.As I usually do, I took two bottles of wine for the three of us and rang their door right on time at six-thirty.Laura came to the door, all smiles,. ..” Ambrose started.“It’s not hard,” they heard Timora saying. “Just think of what your regular hand looked like.” Her still shocked father nodded then with a smile watched the claws retract his hands then his ears appearing human again.“I am glad that you have learned how to change my daughter.” Turning to Ambrose the man bowed, “as soon as she is better we need to go. I can see that it takes a bit of strength to survive. Our people are strong I think even the sickest could survive. We will.