Just how much more could happen to him?Paul looked up and down the road. It was flat and utterly empty. Which was just the way he wanted it. He wanted... as little to do with people as possible while stuck in this form. He gave a huge sigh, feeling his large breasts rise and fall on his chest. Then he got into the driving seat and pulled out the map. His tits even got in the way of this simple operation. How the hell could women deal with the wobbling mountains of flesh on their chests?That was. "Right girls its bedtime I think” Christine announced. “Okay Auntie but” Katie hesitated. "But what?“ ”Can we take these with us" Katie held up the vibrators."No ! Not at all take these instead" Christine reached into her large handbag and brought out two oblong packages wrapped in greetings paper. "Sorry Girls.With all the fun I'd forgot about your pressies". I'd heard from your Mam that you're birthday present was going to be a fuck off Sparky and she'd already told me she'd given you. She taught me a lot about women and the art of seduction. But I do have some things I could tell you about me and your mother some time, if you are interested." "By the way, I said you were the first to drink my cum. Did you know that Jan was the second? Sandra was the third, Shirley, the fourth and Joy the fifth," he told me with a big grin. (Again I was rocked by that news. Jan and Joy were my younger sisters.) "So, my first five blow jobs came from you, your family and your girl friend.. ?” “No, maybe, well, yes,” I mumbled. You bent over me and we kissed, our lips barely touched but I was nothing but lips, my lips on yours. “I’m sorry, I’ll have to go, there’s an orchestra waiting for me.” You walked away, almost danced, made one-and-a–half turn, rushed back, put something in my hand and closed my fingers around it. “A little something for you, it was gathering dust in my cupboard for the last twenty-five years or so,” and you danced away… In my hand a mood-ring decorated with.