When I came back, both men were sitting on the sofa, legs apart rubbing their crotches through their pants. “What are you doing, lads? You were supp...osed to be here after eight o´clock”. I said.Samuel replied: "Yeah, Ana, but we thought we would come early and see if we could get lucky." Then he put his pants down his thighs, showing me his huge erection.He had a very beautiful light brown thing with uncut foreskin, eight inches long, already half hard in his hand…John said: Come on, babe, sit. If that’s not a teenage girl that watches too much anime, then I’m not a teenage guy,” I said. “Well – maybe you’re right.” “Besides, I can tell from the writing.” “Is she good?” I hesitated. “Passable,” I said after a moment. “Oh, so now you’re judging erotica?” “No – no, I’m judging it according to my standard. I’m not claiming to be objective, just making an observation. No, I am judging it – I’m judging hers. But only hers. I don’t give a damn about erotica, I just write it to prove I. "There was something in his voice that Mitch didn't expect to hear. Itmight have been astonishment at the sight his darkened eyes wereshowing to him. He leaned down to him. "You have no idea how justplain ecstatic I am to see you like this," he said to Mitch. "I justgot to give you a kiss for showing me that fantastic li'l ol' trick...you clever girl, you."He leaned down and his agony began. If hearing the sound of Jim'sanguish was torture to Mitch, his own was an infinity of torment. It was long, reachingdown to my calves, with lots of lace and frills. I rubbed my hands downthe silky material and luxuriated in the sensual texture of the gown. Icrawled into bed, and allowed myself to drift off to sleep and beginthinking about my next exciting day.That night I dreamed of being fucked in the ass, but suddenly it was nolonger my asshole, but my pussy, and I now had a female body with breasts.I looked up at who was fucking me, and it wasn't Karen, but my wife,except that she had.