From my scalp, straight red hair began todrop down to my shoulders, framing my new, fine-featured face. My fannyshifted and I could make out a smoothl... contoured, peach behind. Then, asif they'd saved the best 'til last, the pulsing sensation shifted to mychest. In time to my breathing I could see breasts begin to bud and grow,stretching and expanding the nipples further. The deep tingling pleasurestarted to thrill me. At first my boobs were tiny, tip-tilted things,growing into two small cones,. For this reason he needed to have a general idea how much weight the balloon could lift per unit volume of hot air.On that first day of his balloon project, as he liked to think of it, they cut strips of material to construct a much smaller trial balloon. The strips were cut in such a way that the middle of each section would be wider than the ends. Once these were stitched together it would result in a volume that would have the general shape of a sphere.They also had to discover, using trial. As they walked further out towards the centre of the bridge, Naver could feel the breeze gently playing around her almost bare legs. She also felt and interesting airflow further up, as the cold winter air amused itself trying to dry out her sopping cunt. It had little chance – she was some aroused girl having been close to orgasm for well over six hours now and her cunt was flowing like an artesian well. They reached the midpoint, and he took her to lean on the parapet. She rested her. I got up and headed towards the bathroom for my morning ritual. I shaved and I showered.Once I was through, I went back out to the bedroom where my darling wife was still sleeping. I put on clothes to head towards the Hawk today as my 24 hours of staying at the Chateau is now over.I unplug my phone, grab my wallet and keys and a pair of shoes and socks. I quietly leave the bedroom and head towards the kitchen. Once I’m in the kitchen, Dakota and John are already there. John, of course, is.