Danielle dropped her pants and took her place, facing me and Caz as she lowered her bald cunt down to my wife’s eager tongue. My cock hadn’t even ...ot all the way soft before I started getting hard again, and the sight of Caz’s hand stroking her pierced pussy made me want her even more. I edged forward, my bell end nudging her knuckles in the spirit of enquiry… and she grabbed my shaft, pulling me forward so that I was at her entrance. Again, I pushed into wetness, more slowly this time,. Her face was not a face of repose. I had the wry thought that maybe I could share some of my meds with her. Still, twitching, blotches, pain and all, it was a beautiful face. The rush of love I felt for her humbled me. I was bitter, sure, but that didn’t lessen my love for her. But I didn’t think I liked her very much for what she had done. Not just what she had done but the way she had done it. That was what had hurt so badly. The divorce had gone through faster that I wanted and I had tried. It seemed almost nonexistent to me at the time as I drank in all that bare skin, the suit just barely covering the most interesting parts. She was hot.Oh, she knew it, too, I was pretty shy about stuff like that but my sister wasn't. She'd often say things like, "You'd just love to see my titties, Luke, wouldn't you?" A couple of times she even pulled down her bikini top until just the very tops of her nipples showed.And did she kid me about making me hard?Oh, man, did she ever. She knew she. Some people are total fanatics. As I headed to the exit, Jennifer stopped me. "Who... who did you used to be?" she asked. "Eric Wright," I muttered. I went home on foot. The football field is a good mile away from my home, and half of that is uphill. Strangely- or maybe not so strangely- though, I didn't feel exhausted when I got there. Probably because my new body was in better shape than my old one. At my home, I found that- except for me- my family was more or less unchanged. My mother had.