His nipples now were considerably darker than the rest of his body, but it was changing too. His stomach bulged a bit and his abdominal muscles beca...me much less well-pronounced, now buff-colored, now the shade of a walnut. His biceps grew smaller and the muscles of his neck slimmed down to a feminine slenderness. The shoulders hulked closer and became rounder and smoother as did his face, catching the tawny color emanating from the small potbelly that took shape without his noticing. His. . I could feel his tongue wanting more, reaching more, seeking the inside of me. I could feel the roughness, as he licked and wiggled his tongue into me, feeling his cold nose against my naked body, hitting my pleasure spot as he reached in deeper, with his tongue, lapping as far as he could go, tasting my juices. His body was straddled over mine and his belly fur was tickling my nipples.I could feel my body reaching and straining to get him into me deeper and harder, needing more, feeling my. When she got to Lord Lionel, she allowed him the eighth dance. By the time she was claimed for the fourth dance, her card was full. She should have gloried in that popularity; she should have given her entire attention to each dance partner in turn; she should have given special attention to her suitors. Half her mind, though, was on her eighth dance. It would be a waltz with Lord Lionel. Her smile, however, pleased several of her dancing partners.Finally, the moment arrived. Her seventh. As Angie came on his cock John carried on quickly thrusting into her with increasing tempo. Suddenly he grunted loudly and I watched his buttocks tense and rhythmically contract. I realized that he was coming and was pumping his load deep inside Angie."Yes fill me up, come deep inside me" Angie said. "Fill me up for my husband," she moaned. "God I can feel you spurting in me." As I watched John seemed to come for ages and I realized as his buttocks contracted that he must have erupted at least.