“Time to service my balls, David,” he announced.Leaning on the bed on outstretch arms, Rogan pushed his crotch into my face. Cradling his plump sa... in my hands, my mouth began to lick and suckle on his monstrous pouch. I was like a kid who had just been given a tub of ice-cream. The plump sack was delicious and as tasty as a bag of marshmallows. Snorting with delight, I slavered on the delectable treat that had been thrust in my face. With saliva cascading down my chest, Rogan finally pulled. Once again Mark had a moment of great thought, as he switched hands, enveloping his manhood with soft, velvety fur. He was quickly struck with a groan that seemed to shake the very foundation of his body. His right hand crept over to finger through the fur that had just progressed past his shoulder, his pleasure doubled. As he slowly drew himself near to a climax, Mark became dimly aware that in stimulating himself, he was causing the change to progress at a greater rate. Wanting nothing more. "G-good morning," said the boy. He even sounded like the one she knew. Sincere, on edge. "How can I help you?"Renee stumbled one step back, mind numb."Lady?" The boy made as if to reach out to her, but froze before his hand passed the boundary of the doorway. "Are you alright? Can I help you?"I'm not a lady, she thought automatically, something that finally pierced the fog of her disappointment. She closed her eyes, and pulled herself together. "I'm sorry, you just ... surprised me."The boy. "But we had to keep forcing Maria and Pat to try stuff on so they could buy it. Especially Pat." Eventually they just relented to our demands." Jen added, "I'm sure you remember how pushy we can be Sam. We already took half of their stuff over to the beach house but there's still more out in the cars that you can help us with."After we had transferred everything from the cars into the house and both Patricia and Maria had selected a bedroom to store their new clothing, Patricia told everyone.