..in effect he was 57. Perhaps it was his full head of hair, not an ounce of excess fat on the guy or maybe the fact that not a single crease flawed... his almost clear complexion - so he really was older than my dad. He asked why I was going to London and I replied that I was attending an interview for a modelling assignment - he seemed impressed and asked if I was staying over or returning North that same day - I said I wasn't sure - wasn't sure 'cause my friend who'd insisted I stay with. ”Alice asked Sherry, “If we wait, is there a chance we’ll leave here looking like you and Shelly?”“There’s a really good chance. Then, there is even a better chance you could learn to enjoy your new bodies.”Janice looked at me, then Shelly and Sherry. “With all three of you?”Shelly told her, “All you can stand, if you do this our way.”“I’ll be waiting,” Janice said and walked off the back of the stage.“I’m not sure about this, but going with Janice for now,” Alice agreed, and she was gone too.I. As he pounded her hole she told him "Baby, give me that big cock hard. Push it deep in my cunt and fuck me with every inch of that thick shaft. I want to feel those balls slap against my ass as you fuck me and ram my hole." The young stud began fucking her like a wild man and he shoved his cock in all the way and humped her hard. After a long time of fucking her he finally filled her cunt with cum. Then he slid to her hole and sucked all the cum out of her. He loved to clean her cunt and ass. He stretches out on his stomach on the bed next to me. God he’s big. At least two heads taller than me. I run a hand experimentally down the muscles on his back. He’s built like a rugby player. I shift on the bed and untie his hair. It’s incredibly silky and about as long as mine. I run my hands through the length in wonder. It’s beautiful, shiny and black. I brush the front behind his ear. I scoot down the bed until I am leaning on one elbow and our faces are almost level. My fingers trace his.