The taboo of the thought of us fucking wildly like a****ls my whole time there made me want to do it more. As he kept on playing with my pussy I kept ...on stroking his dick harder and harder knowing that pretty soon he would want the same thing that I did.Dan felt my pussy as I thrusted it up against him. He knew what I wanted which is what he wanted. So he moved his hand out of my pussy letting my hand move off his dick. He then got down on the floor before me, reaching up and taking my jeans. He felt... off.Looking down, Shikamaru's eyes momentarily widened at what he saw.Boobs.He had boobs.That wasn't all. These boobs were held in a frilly, cleavage-revealingblack dress that reached his knees. An even frillier white apron wastied around his waist, and his legs were clad in fishnet stockings. Hisfeet meanwhile were currently encased in shiny black high-heeled pumps,while a pair of white gloves adorned his hands. A reaching up to feelhis head, he found his hair had become much longer. What little hair there is is soft and fuzzy and almost not visible. My private "love-hole" - I wish I could view it in a mirror. Alas my layers of fat prevent me from so doing. Yet my fingers have never had a problem exploring the inner recesses in its totality. My therapist has called my name but... I am off in my own world as I part the lower lips of my body to touch ever so gently and stroke with little flicks of my finger to access that teeny button. Pauli and I stood watching, transfixed. I couldn’t take my eyes away from my wife. My own cock was about to burst and I didn’t dare touch it. Thankfully, I’d had that orgasm inside Pauli’s mouth or I wouldn’t have been able to stop the inevitable.I have no idea how long it went on, but it seemed forever, Karen’s wailing only growing louder and more urgent, until Connor roared and made two or three sudden, short thrusts. His muscles tensed and for the first time, at least since we’d married.