Once, Jim (a friend) came withhim. Jim was really a good looking muscular guy. When he came in hewasted no time in undressing and getting into bed wit...h me. He had me tolay on my back with my legs over my head. Using a tube of lubricant hegreased my ass and his dick. He then slowly inserted his dick into myass. It hurt a little for a short time, but then it really began to feelgood. My brother Bob had moved up to my head and kept touching my lipswith his penis. Finally I couldn't resist the. Maybe it was the growing K9s, or how me eyes turned black. Or maybe it was because she knew of the other not so obvious changes that accompanied my turning. You see, beyond the eyes and teeth, my body also changes slightly during the turning process. My muscles grow larger and more defined, and my tongue also grows longer. And then there is my manhood. Before I was turned, and in my human form, my manhood is nothing to be ashamed of. At seven inches in length and having considerable girth, I. Edie carried the flirting with me to an extreme. She'd hang on my arm or body, kiss me frequently, and urge me to feel her all over and to make love to her. If I let her get me into a dance, more than once she'd rub her ass into my boner, or thrust one of my hands under her jersey so I'd feel her beautiful bare breasts. If KC were around, she'd laugh and nod for me to accommodate her friend and our neighbor. Don apparently felt the same way; he'd tell me, "Go make her happy," and gesture. I relaxed, as I felt her grabbing handfuls of my hair, and gently, yet firmly dragged the razor through it. It was such a comforting feeling that I got lost in it, and before I realized it, she had finished. Veritas ran her fingers through my, now much shorter, and neater hair, and hummed contentedly. “This is much better, you really need to find a way to keep your hair manageable while you’re out,” she said softly, as she built a healthy lather with the brown soap, “Who knows, if you do, maybe.