?Your clothes?? They aren’t much, of course. The white cotton T-shirt is a little stylised. The sleeves are extra short, such that they stop barely ...two inches over the shoulder. The neck describes a deep ‘V’ extending to the cleft in the kids pectorals. The garment is tight and thin. His tit nubs push the fabric provocatively. The shorts are of the same material, and only a little thicker. I have always believed shorts should do what they say on the pack, so they are, indeed, short. The bottom. She leaned toward him letting him know she wanted more. He stopped then, and took a deep breath. He filled his eyes as if to memorize her every pore. He run his fingertip lightly across her breast. Closing her eyes, Fran shivered from the gentle touch. Suddenly his mouth was sucking on a nipple, and she felt her body quiver with exhilaration. ‘So beautiful.’ He whispered as he moved to the other breast. He pressed his face between them, then with both hands held them together and suckled both. And then my male body watching me said it was happy that I was coming around - as if that made any sense. I demanded to know what was going on - and got a big shock when I heard the voice echoing in my ears. It sounded softer, higher in pitch. And I felt a cool breeze on me. Facts were pouring into my brain telling me that the impossible had happened. I glanced down to where the feeling of weight hung from my chest, and as I'd begun to suspect, I saw a pair of naked and ample breasts. Gwyneth felt a slight glow of pride at the mention of Marty Hamilton – he had been her mentor when she first started at the firm, a gentle and kind leader who had taken her under his wing and nurtured her into who she was today. ‘Gwyneth,’ Aidan addressed her directly now, his voice firm and unwavering, ‘the firm will be representing Ceres in an upcoming legal settlement, and I was wondering if you would be interested in joining the team.’ ‘Of course,’ she enthused, excited at the opportunity..