Marcy then saw red as their heads became one, She began to get dizzy so she closed her eyes. Everything soon returned to normal. Marcy opened her eyes...once again to find herself lying face down on Shelly's bed. She slowly flipped over feeling a weight shift on her chest as she did so. She gazed down to see two large breasts with large, pink nipples topping them off. Using her new hands she cupped the now bountiful toys on her chest. "Shelly?" she questioned as she saw Shelly's hands and arms. .."The girl frowned. Many years? But the Professor was barely her senior,himself and his wife easily able to pass for just another couple ofstudents when walking the halls. The skimpy clothes they wore, like thestraps of fur they wore now, were a testament to their youth andvitalit-"P-professor?" Her head pulsed again with pain, her fingers clutchingdesperately at her skull through the long, curled hair. God, it feltlike she was going to burst. A spike of pain jabbed into her with eachheavy,. Sasha saw before her a run of the mill man in his fifties, nothing special. John found a short woman with large breasts and a flat stomach. Still he was drawn to her eyes and smile. "Let's begin with a massage," suggested Sasha. John placed himself on the towel in the middle of the bed. She asked, "How long are we here for?" "Err... A hour and a half?" came the tentative reply. She inquired if the correct amount of money was in the envelope and was surprised to learn that there was more.. You can be a slutif you want. You are free Missy. No more frustration. You are free to bewho and what you want, to take and give what you want. You can make upfor lost time, Missy. You can be that hot little number again and be aswild and wanton as you want to be. You may have felt guilty then becausethose needs made you want to be wild, to take your passion over the topin an orgy of uninhibited pleasure. But now you can admit it, confess toyour wanton feelings and accept your passion as a part.