I wanted to leave Bobby and marry Barry and Barry wanted it also. He even offered to pay for the divorce, but as much as I wanted to do it I couldn't.... I had seen too many times what Bobby did to guys who just talked to me or sat with me for a cup of coffee. I could only imagine what he might do to someone who had not only touched me, but who had made love to me. I wanted Barry, but not at the expense of Barry being put in the hospital — or worse.It was a night when Bobby was home and he had. I hadnt thought it through at the time I wrote Part 1. These small differences will make the story more interesting. Youll see! ——————————————________________________————————–___________ I laid in my bed, wearing nothing but my yellow nightie, which clung to my body at the certain places where Mark had cum just moments before. Still somehow unsatisfied, I felt my hands run down my body toward my soaked pussy. I teased my tender clit for a moment, but then, with two fingers, scooped out a huge. Instantly, he is again a man. He walks to you and speaks in an unknown tongue and miraculously you are once again standing on two feet as a woman. The whole experience makes you reel. Unsure of reality, of when and where you are, your mind feels feeble and unable to cope with the gifts it has been given. He extends his hand to you and takes you by the arm. He gently leads you to a pile of furs beside the fire and bids you to lie down. As you feel the soft and comforting fur enshroud you, you. Finally his fingers took hold of my underwear, pulled the elastic band forward and slowly removed them. My cock sprung out and almost hit him in the face, we each gave a quick laugh at the site of that, but it also gave me an idea. I told him it was his turn, so we switched positions as he removed his shirt a tossed it into the corner of the room. Reaching up to his waist, I grabbed hold of his shorts, unbuttoned them and pulled them down to his feet. As my hands were heading back up to remove.