I then broke of the kiss and turned my attention to her breasts sucking and caressing them and occasionally nipping her nipples gently with my teeth a...d gently pulling on them as they stood out prominently from her mounds. Once again my other hand was stroking her vagina and her body was responding to my touch. I moved away from her breast and stopped what I was doing with my fingers and she gave a little groan of disappointment and said,"Don't stop Peter; I want you to make me cum."I smiled at. They crowded around her, and I lost sight of what they were doing. And then I felt their hands on me.Rough fingers touched my lips, my neck. They were all around me, squeezing my breasts and nipples. My mind was foggy, but I tried to protest. “Help!” I cried, in a tired voice. “I want you to help…yourselves.”The men crowded in closer. They were shoulder to shoulder now, their hands were all over my body. Fingers clasped my own, lips were on my nipples, flesh was being pressed against my flesh.. “Just one little thing,” Bess said. “Kayla and Reg are trying to have a baby. They’re having trouble.”“Oh. I’m…well, I’m sorry,” I said.The oddness of the conversation suddenly struck me."Sorry, how is that relevant to the…situation?” I asked.“It’s relevant because you might be called on to help things along,” Bess said.“But I had a vasectomy years ago. I can’t help,” I said.“No, but there are reversal surgeries.”“We’re still trying,” Kayla said. “It might not be an issue.”I was way over my. The socalled beauty potion completed while she slept...passed out. She ishungover, but feels healthy and strong.Raising a hand, though, she knows that all is not right. The hand islarge, meaty and strong. It is a man's hand. Getting up, still naked,she...or rather he...looks down at the body now occupied by Jeannie'smind. It's a fairly healthy middle age male body, but it is all male.The large cock she acquired yesterday is there and this time it looksright at home.Jeannie does not dare.