I hadalready decided a course of action and none of these activities were onthe schedule. She pushed me down on our bed and started to examine mynewly...formed body.Up until this time I had kept much of what was forced upon me hidden frommy wife as best I could. Now she was studying every inch of my sex andother new attributes. Suddenly she started to lick at my pseudo labia.This procedure must have been performed admirably as the sensation wasoverwhelming. I used to whish my wife would make more. .. fuck me, god fuck me I moan. I try to hold off cuming so I can enjoy the wonderful tingling in my pussy and clit but the thoughts just get me too excited. I let a moan escape as I climax. I slide down the shower wall too weak to stand. As I sit with water pouring off my body as my pussy pulsates. With each pulse my juices from my orgasm escapes dripping from between my legs. I finish washing myself as I catch my breath. I let out an involuntary moan as my finger gently crosses my clit as I. "I'd only been in town a few weeks when I met him. He came up to me in the Scoop and asked for a cheese puff." Her head fell forward, her chin almost on her chest. After a moment she lifted her head and took a deep breath, a glint of tears in her eyes."He said, in such a sweet voice, 'What are you doing tonight, pretty girl?'" She laughed softly, shaking her head. "Such a simple line, but he spoke to me as if we were friends, as if he knew me, had known me for years." She shook her head again,. He strode on, filled with doubt. The doubt, though, was secondary to the need. It was secondary to the anger. Purpose filled him and he felt – more than he had been. He was ... changed. Something else. Exactly what he had become, he could not know. He just knew that he was ... becoming.He tabled his doubts as he stepped through the door. The hallways he’d strode through looked vaguely familiar. The large room beyond with its tables and benches. Recognition tingled at the back of his mind as he.