As she gently hummed a tune under her breath, as she did every morning, he thought of her undressing for her shower and bit his lip lightly… lowerin... the dressing gown; it brushed her hips, revealing her secrets from the night before, and her soft, warm skin.He envisaged her face; petit and bearing that incredible smile she always wore, in all perfect proportions her sapphire eyes glimmered in the spotlight of the skylight above, the morning sun emphasised her hourglass figure and made her. I do it every day. Observe." He made a slow gesture at Simon with his hand.Immediately Simon felt himself shrinking, and his chest growing! He released Simon and pressed his hands to his shirt. There was no mistake, he was now the distressed owner of a large pair of breasts. "How is this possible?" He said and immediately noticed how much higher his voice was."I'm just showing you how easy it was to replace your wife. You have gone from a tall muscular man to a teenage bimbo. You are now female. She wasn't sorry, though, over her decision. It had all happened so fast between them there in the kitchen, just about overwhelming her, was all. God... she had to have more time to think about it, or... or get used to the idea... whatever, even with the carnal sensations wildly racing helter-skelter in her soft belly and day-long provoked loins. But the latter, she was very soon going to look after! Oooohhhhhh... she had to, or she might just ignite! Yes, and maybe three or four times for good. But taken as a whole, Bob's mouth was just different than a pussy; it was more...supple; compliant; responsive; interactive! It MOVED. It could be loose, or snug. It could move rapidly, or so slowly it was barely moving. It was warm, and wet like a vagina...yet it was most definitely not a vagina. It was his mouth! His tongue! His lips!With women, I'd always had trouble lasting very long once we started fucking, but with Bob's mouth, it was very different. He seemed to be able to read my.