I had stopped by a friends house and we were talking about work. i needed to pee and got up and went to his bathroom. as i came out through the bedroo...m i saw a bunch of polaroid pictures on the nightstand. i stopped and glanced at them and the were pictures of his wife nude and semi nude.i was shocked but still couldn't help looking at what i could see. his wife is very attractive even at 62 but some of these were of her in her early years. damn she was hot. I meant to walk away but just as I. I started to grow hairs, I started to develop deep ridges around my head and my skin was beginning to peel away slightly. One night, I was sitting in my masters pouch, then all of a sudden, I started to grow. I felt so restricted in my masters pants that my head was rubbing against the fabric. I felt my master's hand stroke me. I thought, this is ready weird. and my master carried on for a good while, then I started to twitch. My master carried on rubbing the fabric, and my twitching. " Yes, she'd had a drink. More than one he could tell when she leaned over to kiss him. She sprawled easily and compliantly across his lap as their tongues meshed and he slid his hand under her sweater to cup one of her huge, soft breasts. Were young Julie's as firm as they looked in a sweater? Then, as his wife's thighs straddled his he pushed his incestuous thought from his mind. At least, for the moment.Julie heard the murmur of voices and the creak of the stairs as her sister and Don went. I changed into shorts and a t-shirt, and opened my book.September 5, 1989, Los Angeles, California“Good morning!” Barbara said when we walked into the office.“Hi! Where are the others?”“Andy is on a service call and Cynthia is out selling stuff. You know, they’re doing their jobs! You’ll see Cynthia in San Francisco for your first meeting. Anyway, your first candidate is here. As for tomorrow, I confirmed you for your morning meeting at Duranona and Associates, a one-on-one lunch with Ben.