He stripped himself of his real clothing. A weird connection started toform between his body and his clothing. His shirt in particular seemedto wrap i...self around him and pulling it off produced a slight ozonesmell.Static cling, Glen smiled to himself. The bane of laundry everywhere.He dumped his clothing in the hamper and looked at his arms. They weredefinitely thinner. Almost paper thin. He waved his arms and was amusedthat they flapped with almost no stiffness to them. They were alsogetting. As sheshifted into drive, she said, "but can I ask a few questions?" Sure." Great. Are you wearing briefs or panties?"Paul sighed. She wasn't going to let him relax. "Panties." That's my good boy," she was extremely pleased with this response."Cotton and plain or silk and lacy?" They're cotton, not plain, they have little flowers all over them and alittle lace on the waist and legs. Satisfied?" Not really, but it's a start." She shook her shoulders with joy.Their school was just a five minute. I stood up and grabbed her hands and tried to pull her inside the house with me.“No, No” She yelled. “I told you to taste it, I can’t do anything else more than that and I shouldn’t have even let you do that.”“You know you want it, Bitch or you shouldn’t have showed it to me in the first place, you fucking slut,” I yelled at her.With that, I grabbed her hands firmly and pulled her inside with me, locking the door behind us. She struggled against me and I got behind her and pushed her into my. He said, “I bet you shave your pussy bald don’t you?” He said, “I just look like one of those women who would.” He was right too, because I did. And I even told him that he was correct. He loved that. One day we were working and he just starts talking about his cum loads. I don’t know how he knew but it was like the freaking guy studied up on me. He said, “You know I cum like a fountain, I mean I bust huge loads. Do you like cum? My cum is so thick and white too. Thank god my piss hole is so.