Where did you get that, I asked. Never mind, I answered myself, your sister – right? Uh huh, she grinned and opening the package, extracted the circ...ular sheath. She expertly dressed my cock shaft with it as she told me how her sister let her practice on a sex toy. Standing over me, she rubbed between her pussy lips to lubricate herself and then lowered herself down onto my waiting cock. I groaned as I felt my cock disappear up inside her. She winced at one point and her face momentarily screwed. That must be Victoria's doing, he thought.And so must have been the loss of height. Robert, who had not been very tallto begin with, had somehow shortened in stature by about six inches in thelast thirty days. He was now barely five feet tall. Leonard and Billy toweredover him like high, stone pillars.And yet even that wasn't the worst of Robert's changes. It wasn't enough forVictoria to turn him into a crossdressing, cum-craving fuck-toy for theenormous janitors. It wasn't enough that Robert's. At least in honor of the troops that fought and were still fighting this war. As I entered the gates, many people were lined up to greet me. The first in line was my crying and proud mother. Next to her was my step-father who raised me (more about my parents later). My two half-sisters and their families were there also. I have no idea how many people were there – hundreds, if not more, people at the festival. I walked around standing proud in my uniform saying ‘hi’ to everyone I saw. A lot. So she froze… with her hand on that pretty little teacher’s naked tit. By god… she’s soft. Much softer than Yvonne. And her face is so adorable. Mrs. Foster’s eyelids and their long, dark lashes, were twitching. She was dreaming. Happy dreams she hoped. Miss Ostiago slowly pulled her hand away and rolled out of bed, breathless with desire. She’d been with Yvonne exclusively for almost ten years now. This was the first time she’d touched another woman in all those years. It felt good. Too good..