"Why not a Son of Adam then, between her smooth pale thighs.Perhaps she longs for elfish lance that always satisfies."Incantation: the spell is ...cast my lover is transformed.With pointed ears and narrow face my tormentor takes form."Oh did you see her face my friend: disgust you're in her bed!A look you are acquainted with, or so your wife has said."The spell dispelled I breathe a sigh my lover's form's returnedHe meets my eye and nods to me, his freedom shall be. Even more intrigued and more than a little dubious, I followed Paul up the stairs and into a bedroom. Typically for a house party situation, there were coats strewn onto the bed in a medley of colours; the droppings of excited revelers. Paul picked up a carrier bag and, after briefly rummaging, he removed and held out a bright red sash. "Will you wear this?" he said. "I don't understand. Why?". "Well, seeing as it's Derek's birthday I thought it'd be fun if you dressed up as his present!. Her body is reacting to his ministrations, hips moving to the rhythm he has set, water sloshing over the rim in the waves created. Her other hand has come up to encircle his neck as well and she moans into their kiss. Breaking their union her back arches and she whips her head back as a shudder begins to build within her. He knows what is coming. Knows how she wants it. Knows she needs that release. And knows for him to deny her would be cruel. But showing a heroic force of will, he does just. He eased back and forth, getting in an additional inch or so on each forward thrust. His mother was in ecstasy. Her son’s long thrusts discovered nerve endings her husband had never been able to stimulate.After a few of Tommy’s strokes, when he was two thirds in, Joan had a strong orgasm. A few more thrusts, a few more inches, and she came again, even stronger. Now he was in as far as her husband could reach, but the pain from her bruised vulva amplified the pleasures his rutting cock provoked..