There was no doubt that the widow had the hottest French knickers the Deacon had ever seen on a religious-minded female. Now that he had become famili...ar with the speed with which the bright-eyed brunette was able to whip those undies off her soft fleshed body, Deacon Johnson was up and ready to tame her raw desire into true belief in the divine inspiration of prayerful temptation.Maryanne was like the low-hanging fruit on the tree of feminine submission to authority. She followed the Deacon’s. Each of them sent longwaves of semen against her body. The new girl could feel the copiousamounts of cum dribbling past her body."Pregnancy will make her accepting of this new situation as we fill herwith more and more of our kind. Eventually she'll forget anything otherthan her current existence. It's why the transformation is such animportant process." Her fingers moved to remove the halo, turning it offwith a small beep.Greg moved her hands to cup her new breasts. The smooth, soft. He delivered itwith another curtsey, then stood back out of the way.Mel started eating, but there was one little problem. "Don't you haveother things to do than to stand there watching me eat?" she asked.Chad curtseyed and hurried out of the room again to leave her alone.Other things to do? Like what? While he waited for Mel, he decided toprepare his own baby cereal breakfast. At least that way Mel wouldn'thave to do it and maybe she wouldn't "forget" to feed him when she cameout of her. .“It was the summer I turned eighteen. Zack was my best friend and next-door neighbor. We had known each other for about ten years, and done the usual things – shoot hoops, play catch, ride motorbikes, gone fishing, etc. When we were younger, we’d slept over at each other’s houses, camped out in the backyard, and such. But even though we’d both graduated from high school, neither of us had much luck dating with any of the high school girls in our small hometown. It was just after the end.