The sleeves were equally tight and limited him to slow, careful motions with his arms. The enveloping skirts not only rustled when he moved, they ham...pered any kind of rapid movement he tried.?BUT I REALLY KNOW WHICH OUTFITS ARE YOUR FAVORITES, DEAR,? she admitted, and the lurching shifts started again. ?SO I?LL GO RIGHT TO THEM NOW. WE?VE EXPERIMENTED WITH OTHERS ENOUGH, DON?T YOU AGREE??Bob found himself as a large breasted (not huge) woman wearing a fifties style red and white polka dot. Bigger than any of the other white boys in the class. That’s when Cindy had decided that she wanted to see what hung between young Willy’s legs.Willy lifted his bottom off the car seat trying to get more pressure from the young girl’s hand on his erection. He wanted to pull his cock out and wave it at Cindy, telling her to stroke it for him.Before he could say anything Cindy asked. “Do you want to see my pussy Willy? I’ll give you a good look at it if you want.”Willy looked like a bobble head. He watched her cheeks suck inward when he pulled back and then bulge outward as his penis pressed toward her throat. His balls began to churn and his hips began to move faster with his growing excitement. However, he didn't want to cum in her mouth. He wanted something else, so he pulled her reluctantly to her feet. Then he led her over to the sofa, pushing her over the arm.Dana moaned as she was bent over with her ass in the air. She knew what was coming and her heart began to pound in her. “Two… why do you ask?” he questioned.“Oh, it’s just a hobby I have. I write stories and am always on the lookout for different names to use,” I answered.“What do you write?” he asked.“Oh, just short stories. I am not a professional writer and it’s just a hobby,” I replied, shrugging noncommittally.After a few more pleasantries I excused myself, and as I was leaving I gave my business a plug; “By the way, I own the gift shop diagonally across the road. If you are ever in need of a gift, I.