He took an age removing my panties, and by the time he came to take off his own clothes, I was wet and panting for him.For a man approaching middle ag...e, he was in superb condition, and I lay on the bed stroking myself while admiring his thick, black cock."Is that all for me?" I asked and then shrieked as he dived on me like a caveman and parted my legs. There was no more foreplay or finesse about it: he was rock hard and I was like a swamp. Peter didn’t need help, no guidance to find where we. "Are you all right?" I heard myself say."What's... What's going on?" I asked weakly, my voice still two octaves too high. "What happened to me?"I saw myself smile, that cynical little half-smile that I had practiced for hours in front of the mirror. "Let's just say;" I heard myself explain. "That you've been a target of a hostile takeover; a change of management of your life."I pushed the hair out of my eyes and saw how much my hands had changed. They were smaller; with long slender fingers,. “Oh, fuck yeah! Give me your big old cock, Capn! Make me cum you dirty fuckin old man! Fill me with your cum, stretch out my tight fuckin pussy around your cock……! She liked to talk dirty!As she leaned back I watched her clit poke out from it’s hood, begging for attention I couldn’t give. As she rocked back and forth her clit played hide and seek, alternately sliding out for peek and then hiding in the safety of her pussy. Apparently I wasn’t the only that noticed because Jessica leaned and. But, I ah, well, I vehemently abhor war in any form, and I wouldn't feel comfortable accepting it. I loved that man like a father, and to me it would be a dishonor to him for me to accept it. Jon, can we have Myrna be the receiver? She and Bill were friends for over twenty five years, and I know he would be proud to see her accept it for his family. I don't know if he ever told you, but he and Myrna were engaged at one time, way back when they were in college. I don't know the whole story, but.