It sure as hell beat striping or ruining clothing.After making sure everything was straight and centered and my weapon was safely strapped to me chest...under the jumpsuit, I shrugged into the harness Marcus held out to me and shifted.Immediately, my senses sharpened as my body shifted and changed into a new shape. It was over quickly and painlessly, my large panther body taking up a lot more room in the backseat.Quickly opening the door for me, Marcus surveyed the results as I walked around. He. "Fact is, honey, you never cease to amaze me." "I do, do I? "Oh, yeah. I don't know how you do it, but you somehow always manage to find a way to keep me on my toes." "Good. I'm so glad to hear you say that, because I kind of like keeping you on your toes. "Come to think of it, in a convoluted, cockeyed manner of speaking, now that you've got those pretty nifty high heels of yours back, it goes without saying that you'll be spending a considerable amount of time teetering around the house on. Dinner was fairly ordinary. She drank, I didn't, she ate a lot and I tried to be good. All in all, we got on all right. I knew, though, after three margaritas, that I had to escort this girl home. I paid the bill- $35 for her, $15 for me and $5 for a tip, and droe her back to her place, four or five blocks away.I had only fucked one girl up to this point and it had taken a lot more than picking up a thirty-five dollar tab. She put a record on her stereo, one more reason to like her, and she and. “So good,” moaned Yoshiko. “Fuck me, Miss Ghost. Fuck me with your girl-dick. A futanari ghost! I can't... This is... Oh, yes...”Pleasure burned fast in Yoshiko as her pussy gripped the thick cock reaming her depths. Her eyes rolled back in her head. She moaned and gasped, humping into the ghost's thrusts. Yoshiko moaned, her pussy clenching, drinking in the delicious pleasure.“Mitsuko-hime,” gasped the shrine maiden, her eyes shining with desire.And then she kissed Yoshiko hard, tongue.