This was too much. I decided to go to my room and rest. I needed time to think and see what ELSE had happened to me. My room, now Greg's and mine, was...where I had left it but the furniture was all free form and bright colors. I went to the walk-in dressing room and took off my blouse. My bra had become a circular stitch, under-wired, industrial strength harness - with drop panels? I slid off my skirt and half-slip. My pantyhose had changed into a girdle with seamed stockings. I removed my shoes. As I am finger fucking her I can feel my fingers get drenched, I pull them out and she squirts a pussy juice all over the chair. Her whole body relaxes and she says oh my god I have never done that before. Please please forgive me. She says now it is your turn. She unbuttons my jeans and drops my pants, her nipples are still rock hard. She grabs my throbbing cock, moves her head forward and begins to lick my balls, she works on the ball sack for quite some time, rolling each nut in her mouth. I. I hold your gaze and I rub the palm of my hand across the head of your cock; full, stiff, and throbbing from all the attention. Your hips rise hinting that you want more so I wrap my fingers around the base of your cock as I bring myself up and slowly guide you to my wet opening. Teasingly, I slide gradually down your cock and then back almost bringing the tip completely out before sliding back down; slowly riding up and quickly moving down your cock in a steady rhythmic motion. I close me. . but not badly enough to put on some street clothes to walk down five blocks to the grocery store. This certainly didn't stop her from whining about her current deprivation seemingly endlessly."Damn it Rachael! If you don't quit bitching about your lack of chocolate, I swear I'm going to brain you with this popcorn bowl! Put your jeans and coat on and go down to the damned store and get some chocolate! I'll even come with you to make sure you make it there and to help carry it all back so you.