His clothes shrunk, pulling tight against his body and rocketing uplong, shapely legs. His hair fell around his shoulders, slowly turning adeep, fiery... red. He gave a little shriek, forced his thighs tighttogether under his new tiny little plaid skirt, and grabbed at himself.He screamed down at his chest as his breasts exploded into big jigglingmounds, forcing his straining blouse open even further.Then his scream trailed off into a soft little moan...Slowly, he moved a questing hand down to his. I said so. "You look terrific." "Thank you, Harlan. You look better too, slimmer and more, I don't know, something," she said. "Yeah, something," I said. I know she didn't mean it as a put down, but her qualifications about my looks made me realize, once again, just how out of her league I was. Hell, I wanted to cry. In the two years since the divorce, I'd gotten laid maybe five times, and I'd had to pay for all five. Nothing like that to gut an ego. "Harlan, that was meant as a compliment,". She did feel it. Believe it or not, she actually reached out and touched my dick. Oh she pretended that she was afraid, and if anybody ever had caught us in the act, she would have lied that I made her do it. But the point is, she felt my dick. And I moved in on her, then.Within seconds, while that automatic elevator climbed to the highest floor, the button of which I had punched to insure a long ride, I had her skirt up, her pants down, and had my rod into a wet hot hole. Got that? She was wet. Turant bhagta hua apne bedroom me gaya aur pant shirt pahan ker bahar aya. Bahar akar kya dekhta hun, kamna bhabhi ka haste haste bura hal ho raha tha. Unhone aaj lal colour ki saree evam lal hi sleeveless blouse pahan rakhan tha. Blouse kal ki tarah hi cholinuma tha. Tabhi maine dekha ki saree ka pallu unke sine se niche gir chukka tha, aur jor jor se hansne ke karan unki chunchiyan bahut hi khatarnak dhag se tivra gati se upper niche ho rahi thi. Aise lag raha tha jaise unke boobs / mamme /.