Having reached that decision I felt a lot easier and after a quick brush of my hair and a dash of cologne I headed downstairs to join my wife. She was...in the kitchen sipping at a glass of wine when I got downstairs and I stopped in the doorway to look at her, one look at her and my excitement surged to a new level. My resolve of mere moments previously to give her the chance to back out went out the window as I stared at her.The dress she wore shimmered and slid with every move she made, the. I don't know too much about girls." I'm pretty sure that the old lady's brother meant for me to teach you. I guess he figures it would be better if I taught you, rather than having me teaching Tommy." Why don't you call her Mrs. Parson's, that's her name?" I'll make a deal with you, you call me Bea instead of Beatrice, which I hate, and get her to call me that, and I'll call her whatever you want me to. It would be even better if you could get the fat guy to call me that too." I'll explain that. "Look at your pubes - they're just like mine now, all feminine. It won't be long now until we see the first signs of your new sex. Let's see how your tits are doing?"She pulled off his top - and John felt too defeated and tired to fight. They were growing. Those dark nipples now had flesh pushing them up slightly into two lumps. Breast tissue over his pecs. In total frustration he squeezed his legs together, not noticing how he could now without squashing his genitals and was racked with. I remain hard and use the head of my cock to wipe some of the glaze from your face. I order you to open your mouth, and wipe off my cock on your velvet tongue. We both moan as you taste the sticky sweet liquid. I slide my cock into your mouth and down your throat, my balls resting on your sticky chin. I pump in and out of your mouth enjoying the sight of your lips fastened around my shaft, wet with your saliva, my surrogate pussy. I pick you up from the floor, seating you on the edge of the.