I was angry and sorry too. Angry as I didn’t expect this from her and sorry as I did hurt her. My compassion took over me and I said sorry and took ...er in an embrace and kissed her soft and tender face. She looked up, those large dark eyes and then our lips met in a deep kiss. She made love like a tigress. She was really a sexy bitch as one would say in slang. Smooth dusky skin, dark black straight hair, her boobs were small and conical but very tight with sharp long nipples, her stomach was. “...to make him...come all over me.”“Oh god...” His eyes were closed, and he was completely at her mercy.She saw that he was close, and began to pump and stroke him mercilessly, saying, “Yes...he wants...to come...right...on...my...face!” As she said this last word, she extended the middle finger of the hand that was stroking his balls, and shoved it, slippery with Vaseline, up his behind.He started to come immediately...and loudly. She raised her voice over his, and said, “Look at me!” She. The tightfabric clung to his pecs for a moment, and then parted, coming up andover. He tossed it against the wall of the prison, and turned hisattention back to the transformation.Michael's chest had always been all but hairless, so there wasn't muchchange there yet. The snail trail of hair that he could usually trace upfrom his belly button, though, had disappeared. His skin had paled,matching the arm in tone. He hadn't shrunk, yet, but he knew it wascoming. He knew what else was coming, too:. I told him that's the way it should be - casual, slow, tender play. I heard him moan, and then sigh very deeply. I asked him "What are you thinking or feeling right now?" He sighed again, and whispered "I just think it's perfect, the way the man is holding and kissing and caressing the young guy!" With that, I leaned toward him, gently kissed his ear, and - without a word spoken - rested my hand on his bulge. No caressing - just landed my hand on it. He jerked just a bit, looked at me, and.