Yet the house seemed incredibly cozy and inviting, a sanctuary in themiddle of a war zone. There I would find not only shelter but also love andnurtur...e. I would be cared for by the people who lived in that house. It wasalmost as if someone invisible had whispered these words into my ear andthen pushed me forward with a good deal of force. As a result, myresistance caved in and I went straight to the door without a secondthought, letting myself in.As I stepped across the threshold, the first. Why? You want to fuck again?" You ever fuck a girl in the ass?" she asked me."No! None of my girlfriends ever wanted to try that? Why? Do you?" Sure, but!" But what?" I asked."You have to prep me first?" At that she rolled off me onto her stomach, and spread her legs apart invitingly."Sure!" I said as my cock got recharged in that instant. "Got any KY Jelly?" Not with KY Jelly, Jeremy. Rim me." What? You mean, uh, you want me to lick your asshole?" Bingo!"I hesitated at that, but I couldn't. I had also grown boobies. About three days after my transformation I awoke to find my nipples swollen and sore. They continued to expand and got so sore that I had to rub some cream into them twice a day so they wouldn't hurt so much. Within 2 weeks they had me wearing a training bra. That was also the time I started my first period. The cramps were so awful! I spent most of the next 2 days in bed with a hot-water bottle on my tummy - and I would go through this every month for years! UGH! I. Not too bad.Standing, I kissed her again and this time we started to stroke each other’s cunt as we kissed. We loved making love in the shower and it was a sort of tacitly agreed ritual that the needier of us got the full ‘being looked after’ treatment. We never needed to negotiate who was the needier; we just knew. Our love making moved from shower, to towels and to bed where we made slow, quiet love. Contrasting with our often vigorous style of fucking, here we touched, held, kissed and.