She was the talk of the group about her style and the fact that she was friendly with all top guns and that she was favored made her image a bit shady.... I was the only guy who reserved opinion about her as she was nice and friendly with me and always we traveled together to projects and parties or even home as she was on way to my house she would drop me and travel and I used to love traveling behind her in her kinetic and thigh hugging body touching travel.Several times I got aroused and she. She had pinto beans cooked with a ham hock, collards, corn on the cob roasted on a grill, green beans, tiny potatoes that were microwaved and then deep-fried, potato salad, coleslaw, some kind of layered salad, heirloom tomatoes she had chopped into rough chunks in a vinegar oil dressing with fresh basil served in parfait glasses, fried cornbread pancakes, a big chunk of baked cornbread, and yeast rolls made from scratch.For dessert there were fried apple and peach pies, four layer chocolate. The girls. From the mirrors. In front of her. Nude. Grabbing her.Gabriel struggles as the girls wrestle her to the ground.Unlike in the mirrors these girls have long tails. A couple inches thick and bristly.Fully prehensile, one wraps around her arm. The blond is forced to her back. One girl tearing open her shirt with surprising strength. The other tugging down her shorts.Her purple bra is pulled up. Her big tits flopping out. The brunette straddles her stomach.Gabby wants to fight. To get. Slowing him. His vision was obstructed. Tunneled forward.He was wearing armor. He was standing and wearing armor. His armor. It was ... wrong. It felt ... different. It felt like a part of him, but a part of him that had changed. Everything felt different.The incongruity troubled him, but he had no time to ponder it. There was an insistence upon him.A calling. A need. Instead of trying to get to the bottom of the strangeness, almost before he could even think, he strode through the doorway and.