And she even began to develop a taste, or at least a tolerance for my cumming in her mouth, although I could tell that she still had an aversion to sw...allowing it and only did it on the few occasions when I was able to generate more cum than she could comfortably hold in her mouth and some of it would slip down her throat.We had settled down into a comfortable routine and we thought we had put all the events surrounding that night that I caught Lydia and Norm fucking each other in Chrissies room. Did the young man want this I wondered, could he copewith being a beautiful woman? I understood that this was one-way trip;our souls are tied, bonded with our mortal bodies and only the strongestmagic, or nature cursed science will displace them. The young boy's moansof fear filled the room, the air seemed close, and I felt a curious dreadthat seemed to hang heavy in the night air as the grey haired Alchemistcontinued mumblings of what I took to be magical incantations. Somewherean imagined. Shock, confusion, and dismay contended on poor Fran’s face. ‘You two,’ she muttered eventually, more to herself than out loud. I thought for a second she was distressed at the thought that Connie and I had enjoyed sex together but then she said, still very hesitantly, ‘You two – you – you could have agreed this story between yourselves.’ But I could see she was clutching at straws. I pointed out the absurdity of her suggestion. ‘Oh, we concocted all this, did we Fran? And when do you think we. And she made a good show of it, licking and smooching and kissing my spine (which felt pretty good) and all the time rubbing her magnificent bosom over my hands and letting me slip my fingers inside her cleavage. I tried to scoop her breasts out, but she had so much fat tit-flesh stuffed in there and I didn’t have much freedom of movement to really get a hold of those jugs and free them. So I just relished in their weight and softness and warmth and just general all-around vastness. I also was.