And so Gregripped off his shirt, but something still seemed off. His pants, shoes,and socks, they were off. So he pulled them off as quickly as possib...le,leaving him in his boxers with a tie on. Something seemed off still.The undies, they looked to "boyish". And with that thought, his backarched and popped and jerked him backwards. Greg groaned as his hipsspread and his ass swelled. This was bad, but it felt sooo good. He moaned with pleasure as he ran his hands through his now long,jet black. Suddenly she suggested ’’Wanna play a game of table tennis?’’, as I was also feeling stiff and wanted to move a little I agreed.As we were team members and practiced a lot we used to keep set practice clothes in a cupboard in the table tennis room. So we changed and started playing for a while. She was a winning most of the rounds as I was not able to concentrate as she was wearing shorts as a sleeve less lose top. We played for about half an hour and we were all sweaty and took a break. We sat. My hands next moved to his huge, hairy ass. It felt even bigger than it looked. It took several passes to kneed and squeeze each cheek and when I slid a finger down his hairy crack he moaned out in approval. My cock, already hard, thumped and throbbed in my pants with anticipation of pleasuring his asshole. I slid up the table between his legs and ran my tongue up and then back down his entire hairy crack, he shifted on the table and I smiled to myself, his huge fucking dick must be getting in. Her eyes were preternaturally lit from within, shimmering greenly with a touch of emerald fire, caring deeply for him and yet not, captivating far beyond the point of endurance. There was a fathomless depth here, drawing from him as though she could not possibly get enough but must get enough - a soul pulling from his core life and breath, not caring. In his mind, he saw her head suddenly twitch like a woman under the influence of an electric current, and her eyes widened in surprise as if she.