Don’t even think about asking me what I thought of it.“I love you so much, sweetie,” you said afterwards, brushing my hair with gentle fingers, ...efore pushing my head down. I understood you wanted me to kiss your balls, so I did and said: “Thanks, dad. It was wonderful,” but that was a lie, even though I smiled when I looked up at you. I just felt like I had to say it.I only really started appreciating the whole thing later, when we hugged and you gently caressed my hair, and I understood how. "Brecht, try to imagine the form you want to inhabit," said Annalise.Brecht closed their eyes while the others watched. They knew what theywanted to be; they'd known for years. Brech had seen her in dreams. Shewas a slight measure shorter than them. Her facial features defined,but with soft edges and full lips. A body that spoke of athleticism,but also grace, a thing they felt they had lacked. And lastly long, redhair."Well, would you look at that," said Cyril.Brecht opened her eyes. Her body. I can see that he has a large bulge in his pants and it seems to be growing with every passing minute. He is rubbing his cock through his pants ever so slowly. I tell my wife to watch him and she looks over at the old man with a seductive glance. She moves her hands under the blanket to find her buttons of her blouse and opens her top to expose her right breast. She then gently moves the blanket to expose herself and let the old man see her erect nipple for just a split second. He grins and. The result was instantaneous and astounding: where as up until then Abigail had responded with soft moaning and groaning, she suddenly started panting deeply, emitting a soft mewing noise before she went totally ridged. A few surprised gasps escaped her lips as her eyes rolled back in their sockets, and she drenched my hand in her nectar. Abigail lay still for a while, slowly coming down from what she later admitted was her first orgasm, and for a while I was worried that she had passed out..