"Ah!" he screamed out as he felt the sharp crack in his pelvis knockinghim forward on his hands, he could feel his rump growing out pushingitself into... a tought womanly ass, he was fumbling around in his mindfeeling the womanly feel of stockings wind their way up his long legs,where!? Where had these clothes come from?! He was growing delirious ashis waist shrank inward pulling his shoulders inward toward moredaintiness as a corset wrapped it's way around his waist.His pants and shirt melted to. A colleague from her school, middle-aged sportiv and unmarried, lived less than a minute walkin-distance from my flat. We both knew him through our shared interests in french movies and general arts. So we walked to the movies with this idea in our heads and the descreetly vibrating thai-balls in Margots vagina. I was very excited by the idea that every step we walked her sensitive parts were softly stimulated. Than, seated in the dark, her hand found the way to the swelling under the cloth. Then she wished him a good night and retreated to her room.The family woke up on Sunday and went about their usual lazy day activities, tidying things up, watching TV and generally waiting for something to happen. Olivia, still tired from her trip and the fact that she hadn't gone to bed early the night before as she'd told the k**s she would, announced that she was going to have an afternoon nap and asked Julie and Steve to wake her up in time for dinner which she would leave for them to. "Dillon nodded his understanding. Turning back to the corral he said, "Could I ride Balin into town?"Josh nodded and they saddled Itsa and Balin. Diablo pushed against Itsa wanting to be saddled. Josh had to push him out of the way. "It's worse than having a bunch of kids," Josh remarked. "If I ride Diablo too much Itsa pouts and if I ride Itsa for more than a day Diablo gets surly. I should'a raised chickens instead."Dillon had to laugh as they rode up to the house. As he said good bye to.