The landlady was fixing him a grand meal in the small kitchen under the disapproving eye of her husband unhappy at her fussing over a whisper of a lad... who drank too much and kept odd hours with no sign of gainful employment. All he cared was that the young man paid his rent on time and in that regard he was fairly well satisfied. He tried to sneak a slice of bacon off the pan and his joyfully humming spouse hit his hand with the wooden spatula like he was a small child engaged in petty theft.. She lets out a little moan, and I jolted back, frantically looking for the volume controls. I managed to mute the sound, and my heart pounded in my ears. Nothing moved in the house. My attention shifted back to the video where my mom was slowly stroking my dad's cock. My teenage dick throbbed in my shorts. I realize I've stumbled onto something special and feel fully exposed in our dining room, so I sent the video to my email account, cleaned up the evidence of my discovery and bolted upstairs. On the way they chatted about Morris' practice as a corporate attorney. No battles in court, no examining or cross examining witness, no sifting through evidence of any kind. He worked for a major air plane manufacturer in a nine to five job that was not too stressful at all. Most of his work was research.They talked about her job as a publicity agent for the Padres and Chargers. Being so beautiful, people sat up and listened to her presentation why they should buy seasons tickets for. But his aroused hormones were telling him that hewanted more of this strange magic. Before he knew it, another squirt hadentered his palm, and he was massaging his neck. In surprise, he sang outa single "Laa" as he felt his Adams apple retreat, and his voice re-brokeinto a higher child-like tone. His neck slimmed to a more swan like form.He then massaged the suds into his shoulders, which drooped and slightlyreduced in width, leaving his abdomen evenly shaped.The massaging continued, as Shinji.