I was unable to control. Opened her top and saw her in bra. Her boobs were popping out of the bra. I held both of them and pressed them hard. She shou...ed. Ouchhhhhhhhhh Ravi. It’s paining. I hugged her again and kissed her neck and lips and opened her bra hooks and freed her melons. I was in seventh heaven. Two soft melons were hanging for me. I made her sit on the table and took one boob in my mouth and started sucking it and with hand pressing her other boob. She was getting excited. I was. All my obscenely tight skinny jeans and short shorts and of course all my “trap” outfits which I cannot wear to work (they are almost to indecent to wear to the clubs) were all I could find. I screamed for Paul who came ambling into the room where my boxes were stored. “Where are all my work clothes ... I can’t go to work in any of these?” I wailed hysterically as Paul entered the room.“Don’t be such a fucking drama queen, you little faggot. You will just have to find something to wear here and. Police shooed me away before I could check it out." C spoke up "So you never touched it?" "Nope. Why?" "No reason sir" D interjected. "Thank you for your time." The two turned to leave as Dave staggered back into his house. "This is incredible, I think we actually have found a PolyMorphic Unit that hasn't been used." C said enthusiastically as they got in their spook-mobile. "Yes C," D observed dryly. "Hopefully we can figure it out and how to transform everyone back to their true. On the way he was curious about the other couples I have met and was asking me to be soft to his wife. We reached home. She was dressed in a beautiful blue saree tied well below her naval. She was wearing a sleeveless blouse which was almost backless. We had some drinks and snacks and little chat. I was constantly telling her that she is so beautiful and doesn’t look like forty. She blushed and asked me to stop. The husband gave me an indication to start. I stood and went close to her. Her face.