John was dreaming about Kim and not about me. I thought about it some more, but I suppose I would let it slide this time after all I more or less was ...aydreaming about having another big black cock.The rest of December flew by; I spent a wonderful Christmas with John and his family and a very special Christmas with DeRonda. She had a swinger’s party that she called, “Waiting for Santa.” That will be a holiday story later this year it was a blast. John and I spent New Years Eve alone at his. “Do that.”“I should have gone for Victory Smith,” I whispered.“What?” Ali looked baffled.Victory Smith frowned. “I sense you are thrown by my humanoid form.”“I ... just kinda ... thought...” I said, slowly, rubbing the back of my neck. “You were a dude.”“I am the male of my species,” Victory said.“Really?” I asked.“No.” She frowned. “I have mammary glands. And in my spider-form, I clearly have exposed thuuung and venom injectors. Now!” She clapped her hands, which set her breasts (which I. A bit in shock, a bit embarrassed. I got home and was really asking myself, "what the fuck did you just do???". A couple weeks had gone by and he had tried to get me to come back over several times and I always made some excuse as to why I couldn't. Then one night I gave in. He asked me if I could wear the same thing so I did. I got over there and again he answered the door in his robe. We got inside and he asked if I wanted a drink. This time I said no and started taking my pants off..."I want. But most of all, now I have to constantly be on stiffy alert! If we are all in the main room watching T.V. and I notice I can see a little way up Doe’s skirt … boing! Then I can't get up from the chair for half an hour! Or the other day, I was helping her put the washing up on the clothesline and I saw that every time she raised her arms to peg the clothing her short shirt would ride up and I could see the “ T “ of her g-string poking above her shorts ... boing! I had to hold the washing basket.