She started laughing as she couldn't get her legs out of her tights - I started to help and for the laugh wrapped the top over her neck spreading her ...egs and lifting them at the same time opening her pussy and ass for me to admire. She didn't shave but only had a light covering of hair on her pussy. and up along her ass. I slipped my thumb into her sopping pussy and started to massage her inside. she stopped struggling and laughing and let out a deep moan as I rubbed the head of her womb.She. I felt sad. I sincerely consoled. Then our meeting grew more and more frequent. It was in one of those meetings that we shared our family details. We were walking through the park. Talking and drinking some tea.Our lives became intertwined. I used to feel less and less shy around her and be more open. I used to put my hand around her shoulder whenever we walked as two friends do. She didn’t mind. Nor did I have had any wrong thought. I helped her with our HR who almost fired her.Then one day. I moved my bed so the painting was in the background and set everything up to record. It even had a remote control so I could make adjustments after I was seated and could see what I looked like. I got myself arranged with my guitar and adjusted the position of the mike. Then I turned it all on and started recording. I played through a bunch of exercises and then played it back. The difference between recording with the built-in webcam on the laptop and the new equipment was phenomenal. I don’t. He had to uncuff her for a moment so that she could get her uniform off, but he was careful, so she didn't surprise him. When she was locked up again, he took off his own clothes, which no longer fit him right. Finally, the changes stopped, and he stared down at his crotch in horror, seeing that he had a pussy. And these tits. He cringed, thinking "I don't want to be a bitch" The cop was equally horrified, but seemed to find it at least amusing that he wasn't't in any position to rape her.