When she said that, I thought I'd blown it with her. "But it's true I suppose," she continued. "Your perceptions change when it's someone you love tha...t's involved." Abby grinned at me. "You are going to get so lucky tonight," she said as she pulled me into her apartment.Abby and I are doing real good, I thought, sitting in my office working. Well, I was looking out the window, with my feet up on my desk, as across the street the secretaries and female clerks, dressed to the nines, left their. She had a dark complexion and spoke with an exotic accent which I vaguely recognized as SE Asian. I found it sexy and was delighted to learn she worked locally as a nurse. Her polite demeanor really stood out.But I can handle only so much small talk. I eventually moved things along by sitting next to her on the small hotel room divan and rubbing her thigh. When I leaned in, she looked up and met my lips eagerly with a soft open mouth. We kissed and our tongues met, danced and intertwined. We. When the little boy looked up at his mother's face, and his eyes, now some shade between green and violet, locked onto hers, she felt love that she couldn't deny.It switched nipples, and kept growing, until what she held in her arms was the equivalent of a two year old child, though one that had greenish brown skin, and appeared to be wearing a crown of leaves on his head.Finally her breasts were empty, her skin only faintly tinged with green."Mamma," said the boy."Oh me, oh my," sighed Marna.. We both struggled to think of how to deal with the sudden elephant in the room.Her hands on my thighs, motionless. Biting her lip and looking down.“Ummmm…” she says. "Well hello there. I've heard stories about these situations, I knew eventually i'd face it but imagined some big hairy older man, at least you were my first." She said coyly as she blushed.“Does that always happen when you get a massage?” she teased with a smile on her face.“Um, no, not usually," i laughed nervously.“Is it just.