Rachel had always been tight, and I felt goose bumps appear. Rachel jumped, startled.“Ron! What are you doing?” she said. But it was obvious what ...I was doing.“I want you to rock back and forth. Rachel, I want you to fuck me” I said with closed eyes and a just two steps from heaven.She began to push back and forth, doing the work, while I tired to load the syringe. It was very difficult work as I could not focus on what I was doing. Her pussy fit me so well. It squeezed my cock, milking it with. I then realised she had no gag reflex so I was able to fuck her mouth really hard without stopping. Eventually I reached the point of no return and I pumped a big load of cum into her willing mouth.This turned out to be the start of all our meetings as it was obvious that we both enjoyed it, a couple of times I would cum into her mouth and she would open wide so I could see the cum before she gladly swallowed my load.Anne also liked to get her ass fucked hard and I was always willing to stick. "Roger! You're growing...ANTLERS!" cried Paul.Roger was still miles away, his eyes were fixed on that doe. His friendswere agasp as he pushed them to one side with ease. They then noticed ashis clothes started to tear as his body swelled within. His trousers fellaway as his bum ripped them to shreds, revealing the hind quarters of astag. The antlers on his head continued to grow, as did the rest of him.Chris and Paul were stunned into silence as their friend rapidly changedinto a fully grown. At 31, Abby had her own design studio in a converted warehouse overlooking the river a few blocks from the French Quarter, catering to the new arts sceen that had sprung up after Katrina as well as locals who hung around. She came in right before the hurricane and made a name for herself during the rebuilding. When I found the address she gave me I was surprised by the sign Nguyen Design. Seems she went back to her maiden name after the divorce.I took it as a good sign when the garage door in.