He didn’t care for my groans and kept on fucking me hard Mymind was busy about my pain that I was feeling in my sore pussy now, because Vicky was ra...ming his huge dick in to me for more than 30 minutes continuously. He was a real horse who wouldn’t slow down.. He held me from my stomach with his right hand and held my hairs with the left. His was fucking me like a bitch now, with my hairs pulled by him at the same time, while his groin was making slap-slap noise while hitting against my ass.. I reached out to turn it off, and noted as I did so that my handwas now thinner, slimmer- wait this was...no, it couldn't be, but itwas...a woman's hand!I let out a scream that sounded far too high and girly, and promptlyfainted. When I came to, I tentatively crept from the bed, moving tostand in front of a mirror placed beside a desk, on which sat a purse. Imoved to open it, and rifled through, finding what looked like a woman'swallet inside. As I did so, I looked up at myself in the mirror. Somehow I held back and I felt her quiver beneath me as she came again, gasping and moaning. I felt a hand on my butt and Dean pushed, rolling us over until I was on my back, with my rod impaling Sandy, whose weight was on top of me. I saw that Dean had placed the camera on a tripod and was now naked, his long cock ramrod straight as he moved towards Sandy’s splayed legs and open ass. It was wonderful. I felt Dean’s cock enter her and I held her tight as he eased into her rectum, Sandy was. "Then she left, and I realized something. I'd used my electric razoron my temples a lot recently, but not on my face. Yet Donna's handhad touched only smooth skin.-May 18thThe individual strands of gray hair had graduated into full-on tufts.This morning, Donna came into the bathroom before I had a chance toget out the razor."Oh," she said, surprised, "Nestor, you look so young!" Young?" I grabbed at my protruding plumage. "Look at all this grayhair!"Donna just laughed. "Nestor, you don't.