Vanessa paused to admire the deep veins of his penis, feeling the blood making him more erect by the moment. Her hand felt like silk draping ever so ...lightly over the head of his penis. Her hands were soft but focused, moving back and forth over him as the man before her pushed his hips toward her, needing more. She obliged him, opening her mouth and letting him inside. Her every breath seemed to rasp, and then in less than a dozen heartbeats he was shaking uncontrollably and orgasming in her. They’d have dinner together, just like every night.It was a few minutes before Sandy arrived at the table. She sat down while shaking her head. In a low growl of frustration, she said, “I was looking at some of the work on semiotics and I thought my brain was going to fry.”{Editor’s note: “Fried brains” is NOT an exaggeration : https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Semiotics }“You’re studying semiotics already?”She sighed before she answered, “No, but I will. It will be a couple of years before I have. Hank helped Tiffany from her chair and she took his arm and pulledagainst him as they strolled out the door. Hank and Tiffany made astrikingly handsome couple as they walked by the well lit windows,displaying Christmas wares."Look at that beautiful dress," Tiffany said as they paused to look atthe creation."Don't you see enough dresses when you're working?" Hank asked."A girl can never see enough dresses," Tiffany giggled.Tiffany was surprising herself. Dresses were part of the disguise andshe. It was obvious Brax was Bron's chic, A mighty Head and wings of a Golden Eagle and the body of a fearless Lion. But Bren, oh so different. Bren was twice the size of Brax. In her normal state she mirrored her brother but when on the attack … she was different. Head and wings like an Eagle. Upper body of a human female with arms and breast. The real odd part was she could change it all... She could change her head to that of a human female. And if she wished to the body of a human female.