But I never noticed that it was all around me. The inexorable natural law. Stupidly failing to recognize that sex was the reason for our very being he...e, the hidden guide to our every waking action as adults. It was very difficult for a convent-educated girl like me to accept this earthy law at first. The nuns hadn't told us anything about sex, and had warned us of the hazards of "self abuse": touching ourselves was a sin. I can recall being aroused in the past, usually by Catholic imagery in. Choice of Green or Black? Didn't suit my skin half as much as pink! Thenthere was the kitchen. The amount of frog and newt that had to bediscarded filled a good half of our wheelie bin dumpster, although Icarefully recycled the glass jars!Then came the time to change back. I wasn't sure I wanted to, but sevendays and seven nights of sheer delight has to come to an end, not justsometime, but at exactly the right time when the magic clock rings themagical alarm.I woke up next to her in the. Left. Then five became ten. Left. Right. Left. Both sides of her ass were burning now.Marie was clenching her fingers and her toes, breathing heavily, starting to squirm as her butt got more and more sore. Ben had never spanked her this hard with his hand. A man like Mr. Kindling hardly needed a paddle. She began to feel heat growing in body parts other than her rear.Suddenly, it was over. “Stand up.” She could feel her ass glowing red. She began to pull up her panties and hose, but Mr.. This girl was certainly not the stereotypical dumb blonde I had expected. ‘Well then. Shall we go?’ She looked at me thoughtfully. ‘Have you eaten anything today?’ ‘Not really. But that’s OK.’ ‘Then why don’t I take you out for breakfast first? As it happens, I have a room at the motel you mentioned, and they have a restaurant there…’ ‘Curry?’ I said, grimacing. My stomach growled a low warning. ‘No, no,’ she laughed. ‘Just a regular greasy-spoon kind of place. And I need to stop by my room.