Her left leg lay over his sister's chest. Their Watu friend was weird. A good weird, but weird none the less. So different than the Kikker who seemed ...o be everywhere. The frog people, to his mind, were the bad kind of weird. Perhaps because the King dealt so closely with them.He glanced at the window. Still night, although from this angle he could not tell if there was a hint of dawn on the horizon. Regardless, he should get home. Be ready for work. Carefully, he stood in the sea of. Before I knew it another year had past. One day when I was home my mom told me Marci wanted to see me. I was almost elated, but mom wasn't smiling. I headed over to see Marci.When I knocked on the door, a tall older man answered."Is Marci here?" I asked."You must be Barry. Please come in. I'm Tom Brady."I was confused. Marci came up to me and Tom told her he would be in the other room if she needed him."Who is he?" I asked. "And what is he doing here?" I'm getting married to Tom." He's old. 'What? What are you talking about Harry? You've turned into a bimbo!'she said, unbelieving.'I don't care! I love who I am, and I'm going to make the most of it!'he said, tearing off his male clothing in disgust.'It's the second ring! It's making you enjoy being a bimbo Harry! You'vegot to take them off, now!!!' she said, but her message fell on deafears. Harry had shot off, and was now charging upstairs. 'Harry? Whatare you doing?' Curious, and worried about her newly feminised boyfriendshe. Our worklife is pretty intense and a four night break away was exactly what we needed. Like our work life, our sex life is also rather active. We both live apart but when we do see each other, it doesn’t take long before our clothes are ripped off and my cock is inside her. I love our sex life, and who wouldn’t? Kirsty is 5'4", she has a fantastic figure. Her ass is perfect to grope, a torso like a dream, well toned legs and simply, breasts most women would envy and nearly all men would.