His thighs swelled out, rounder and healthier,while his hips widened in proportion to them. Incontrast, his waist and stomach shrank until there wasa ...stark comparison between hips and waist.Even as his body changed, his clothes did as well.The dumpy one-piece janitor's outfit Brandon had beenwearing quickly split. Part of it became tightpantyhose that hugged his shapely legs tightly. Partof it became a dress, which quickly changed into askirt as it traveled up his legs. Brandon could onlywatch. She was in ecstasy and after sometime she pulled my hand out of her pussy all of a sudden which made me know that she was done then I turned away from her. She came to my ear and asked what happened I said nothing she kept her hand around my waist and held me tight. I caught her hand and slowly guided it in towards my boxers and left her hand inside my boxers just near the public hair. She naughtily pulled my public hair and slid her hand further in and grabbed my dick tightly. She doesn’t know. I knew she was close. Her redfinger was showing wetness on it and it was moving very rapidly rightnow. Without warning, Sue's other hand reached out and pulled my mouthtight to her glistening pussy. My tongue flicked forward and touched thehardened clit. Her body tensed and almost lurched forward. Her hand heldme tight. Moist nectar oozed from her sweetness. Her legs (thigh highs!)rubbed the sides of my blonde wigged head. IT seemed like she would neverstop bucking!Finally Sue released her. Watching Bernice in action reminded me of how wicked women could be, seemingly for no reason at all. Hate to sound like a hater but the truth must be told. Men aren’t saints. We do our share of damage in this world. But there’s always a reason behind what we do and why we do it. Not always a good reason or even a smart one, but there’s a reason nonetheless. The reverse isn’t true with women. Especially the black gals I seem to meet. They hate us black men with a fiery passion. What gives? I.