I rolled out of bed finding the floor was lower than I rememberedand just stood there looking down at myself.Then I went into the bathroom and turned ...n the light and looked in themirror and saw the image that I recognized as me. But "me" was a smallpretty woman with short dark brunette hair cut in what use to be called apixie cut. I had perky breasts, a tiny waist, nice hips and legs. I knewthis was normal and this was how I looked.But I also knew yesterday I was George Barnhill a seventy-six. "Yes!" she gasped breathlessly. "Come up my ass." Then a half minute later she cried out, "HARDER, FUCK ME HARDER!" Her pelvic movements had intensified, fanny shaking like a bowl of Jell-O while my pounding pistol kept driving in and out of her dark hole. After another thirty seconds, I had passed the point of no return. I came with a violent ejaculation, spraying a volley of sizzling semen deep toward her bowels. That triggered another blast and in rapid succession I shot four waves of semen. . now!"Peter did just as Debbie asked, right with the word now. He was jerking his cock so forcefully that the first jet of cum shot over Meagan's head onto the floor of the basement studio. With a grunt, Peter aimed his cock down and started splattering Meagan's tits with ropes of thick white cum for the second time that morning. When the second cum eruption, nearly as large as the first, came to an end, Debbie scooted back to her easel to resume painting."I kind of like having you dick under. "Interesting," I thought to myself still unsure the direction of our evening. I read and reread the messages throughout the day. I couldn't help it. I didn't like making mistakes and even more importantly I never ever wanted to disobey. Sir always expected precision and excellence from me and I for one, didn't want to disappoint him, especially on my birthday. So I prepared for Tom's arrival with diligence and pride. "Be on the look out for a messenger to drop off a package around 2:30 p.m."I.