When I woke up, Marya was dressed normally and sitting on a chair by the bed. "Welcome back. A little overload from the spell got mixed up with the ...sychic blast of your first female orgasm. Don't worry, it shouldn't happen again." She handed me the smock. "Now get dressed, Hon. We're going shopping."I stood up and put on the smock. "Shopping? What for? Why don't you just change me back?" I can't now, even if I wanted to. The spell works for all three nights of the full moon. I can't. "His tongue plowed into her thickly curled fur and she eased her legs apart. It dipped along her cunt crevice and delicate flared lips, and a blast of juices poured over it."Wooohhhh..."Mark drank them down and plunged up for more. Scuttling between her open legs he craned his head and burrowed into all that pussy hair, stabbing his tongue against her pooched cuntlips and worming its tip between them. Pam squealed and before he knew it he was eating her out."Yes, yesss! Oh Mark, eat me up! Eat. My composure amazed me as I watched my stoic self from a distant emotional perch. I promised that self, that hurt and angry woman, ample time to deal with the raw feelings later. Alone. At that moment, I simply wanted to get the hell out of there before things went from bad to worse. I almost made it, too, but in the split second between speaking and turning away, I saw my true meaning register in his eyes. Goodbye. They grew rounder as they instantly filled with tears, but he didn’t speak.. "But I did love it, last night," I said, as I got out of the smelly bed, "and I think you loved it too, didn't you?" Well, I guess I must have loved it, or I certainly wouldn't have made this terrible mess. Get up, sleepyhead, and let's get this bed cleaned up."Well, off went the sheets and blankets to the washing-machine, and the mattress was put up to dry, after we had tried to wash off some of the mess. And only when we had finished all this, did Helen want to hear one word about.