” I followed her towards the kitchen again, but after only three steps, she turned on her feet to face me, and said, “So, you reckon my boobs an... bum are okay?” I was a little surprised at the question, but I said, “Honest answer?” “Yeah,” Stephanie nodded, as if she already knew the answer, “Be honest. I can take it.” “Well, to tell you the truth,” I said, hoping I wasn’t going to say something that would get me into trouble, “they’re not just okay, they’re actually kinda nice.” I. And she knew all the things I liked. She told me to get on my feet. Then she got on her knees and took my cock deep down into her mouth. She suggested we would move a bit into the shrubs there. So we put on our shoes, and only our shoes. We then walked a bit into the trees where she again got on her knees and started sucking on my cock. I knew it wouldn't take long."You decide how to finish me off," I told her. We were still visible from the road at a certain angle. I knew she might want to. This time only took maybe 20 to 25 minutes toget her off. For the next few weeks Angel continued to serve us either without panties in a sheer nighty or totally naked. Because of this the guys kept asking her for blowjobs or to fuck them. She kept saying maybe sometime. But each night after being continuously man handled by all the guys, Angel was so hot & horny that she could hardly contain herself until the guys left. As soon as they were gone she wanted to fuck. After about 4 weeks of this. His torso grew and widened, his hips flattened. His legs grew longer and more muscular. He grinned as the thrust of his semi-erect penis tented the sheer material of the nightie. Before it could tear, the nightie turned into a pair of boxer shorts and a T-shirt, his usual sleeping clothes. In just a few seconds, he was totally Greg Brady again, totally male. The chain dangled from his right hand. "Son of a bitch," Greg whispered. Even expecting it to happen, it had been amazing to watch, to.