I hit her off with a glass of White Zinfandel to relax her and get her head right, she followed me into the kitchen to see if I really had skills or r...n up to Red Lobster. When she actually seen a brotha cooking she had this look like she was impressed, I couldn’t help but notice the dimple on the left side of her face so I went over to kiss it and she invited me to her lips, even better. We conversated a bit after dinner, after I put the dishes in the dishwasher we sat on the couch and talked. Where did the name come from?”“You will note, Miss, that I did not say I had identified the designer. I merely commented that they appear to come from his works. The name was offered by the valuer who was present the other day, assisting with the inventory of the household artworks.”“Oh, that funny guy that was wandering up and down the corridors with you, Jeeves? That makes more sense, but whatever made you look behind the woodwork? You wouldn’t do that on your own, Jeeves, would you? What. I watched as his waist compacted toa tiny size as his hips visibly widened until they were twice as wide ashis waist. His manly deep moans went up the scale until it was thecutist kittenish moans I'd ever heard! He stiffened then, his backarching as his ass filled out to match his hips, and his boobies begangrowing!He took a couple staggering steps, giving me a profile of his fantasticass before turning away. The whole thing was a fantastic turn on for me,and I couldn't stop myself from. God, I always love this part, getting my husband's ass ready for a nice, solid fuck. The difference was that this time that ass of his would get fucked by some real cock, thick, steel-hard, teenage cock. "Okay, babe, time for the main course," I said, wiping off my fingers. He knew just what that meant, pulling his mouth away and assuming the position, the position he knew I loved so much. It just always drove me crazy to see my husband, his lean, lithe body stark naked, up on all fours, on.