Bianca squeezed my hand tight and then lifted her dress up over her head, dropping it to the floor. Her sandals and panties joined the pile quickly an...d she was throwing herself into the hot embrace of Sasha. I dropped my dress and was once again naked, ready to get filled by John again, but, first….I crawled up onto the bed, lifting one leg over Tess’ face and lowering my dripping pussy to her hungry mouth. The shock of her expert tongue against my clit caused an instant mini-explosion to. I'm turning into a pumpkin.(HeatherSinclair) Who are your heroes? And why?(RLoner) I don't know. If we're speaking solely in the field of writing and of transformation, I don't have a in-print author I idolize, although I hold strong respect for some of the Greats, of course.On-line, I am always pleased whenever I see new work by several authors, including the aforementioned Mr. Van Scriver, a few other folks on the TSA-TALK list, Bill Hart, Morpheus, and quite a few others. If we're speaking. To be awakened by your touch in the middle of the night,Wanting more, leaves nothing to be said;How it thrills my heart and soul more than words can ever sayThat you simply cannot get enough of me in bed.And so I lie, ever ready and so willing to satisfyEach time I see lust for me in your hot eyes --To rush into your arms and give my deepest inner reachesUp to the feelings swelling and rising from the juncture of your thighs.I lift my leg and reach back to lift and spread my buttocks,So ready. And me, climbed over me, and headed to the bathroom.Liya asked, “Are we really going to do this tonight?”“Are you having second thoughts?”“No. I’m actually feeling a little anxious for it. What is with us? We’re already nearly a committed fivesome and we all have interest in Meka and Celeste. Are we ... sluts?”“I woke earlier and was pondering that very thing a bit before I must have fallen back to sleep. I didn’t conclude much in that thinking, but I did decide that we aren’t sluts. While I.