" She handed me some clothes she had brought from my apartment. I dressed quickly, amazed at how well the clothes fit without padding. My breasts easi...ly filled Sally's bra, and they looked and felt great. My shoes were too large, but I tried not to let Nancy notice that. Obviously, my feet are much smaller than they used to be. My hair was full, luxurious, and hung down past my rear. Doctor Samson wasn't kidding when he said my hair would grow fast. "Am I free to go now?" I asked the. Perfect, was my feeling, close enough to be accessible but far enough away as to not be an issue because I was living with someone at the time. Our relationship had grown stale, so I was looking for something on the side. We chatted back and forth through email for a while and our conversations quickly became more and more sexual. After all, we both knew why we were there. She told me that she was divorced, but still living with her husband (weird, I know), and also that she was my age,. She felt him unhook the top of her slave outfit, and peeled it off of her, slowly and steadily, until she stood before them in nothing but her collar and heels. Pulling her around to the side of the chair, she felt him push on her back, bending her over the arm of the chair, facing the other two guys. She blushed, knowing what was coming, and tried to not think about it too much. She heard Brian move in behind her, and when his prick pressed against her wet cunt, she was not surprised it slid. John and Dave talked for a while before they left for the rink. The practice was hard and most of the team had somehow heard about Dave leaving for ten days - they didn't seem pleased with his lack of commitment. During the last half hour of practice, Coach Vigneault ran them through their systems. Dave and John were on the same line, each on a wing with a veteran center, Pierre-Andre Bureau. Dave took a little time to adjust to the system and the opposing players seemed to be hitting him at.