No, I wanted todeny everything from the moment the call had malfunctioned over aweek ago. It all certainly seemed like just some terrible dream.Men d...dn't just turn into women. People didn't attack someone onsight for their hair color. Creepy manors didn't house demons of thenight. Yet, there I stood, hands shaking, as the black beast strodeforward, and I just couldn't deny any of it. The impossibilitiesthat had befallen me ... the hardships that I'd face ... the terrorthat now gripped me. He'd really choose you over Miss Thunder Tits.Onshore, a long-stemmed redhead about our age rears like a cobra from its basket, slithers after our mutual charmer and mimics his dive. Not nearly as striking as Dawn but attractive enough to sink my nonexistent chance like the stone it is.To my amazement, the sea regurgitates the influx. Arms flail; expletives fly from the foam.“Shit! It’s freezing!” Sinuous Ginger bellows our way in a 'Strine brogue before stumbling onto the sand, a heat-seeking. Apart from high heels and black hold up stockings, under that coat she was stark and quite spectacularly naked. She had got the most GORGEOUS arse, which was stunninglyframed by the stockings. She turned, and smiled up at me. Her breasts were phenomenal, she always had concerned they were different sizes, they were not now, and they were both bigger than the bigger one, if you follow me.They always had long nipples, very erectile, with small dark aureolae. Gorgeous. Back when we were dating you. The water was warm and felt delightful. I walked up to him and he took me in his arms and kissed me. I sighed with delight as his tongue slipped between mine. I felt his cock twitch. Warmth flooded me. He stepped back and laughed."Do you swim?" No, My Master." Do this." He surged forward and his arms shot forward and pulled down around his chest. I saw his legs kicking too. "It's called a breast stroke." He leered at me. "And you surely have the breasts." I tried it, determined to make him.