Belly Dancing Bollywood goddess

The bone structure of her hips, face, shoulders and the rest of her body belonged to a girl on the tail-end of puberty. She was like the tiny woman that Moe dated in that episode of The Simpsons. Her flat chest and shy mannerisms just made her look like a child from a distance. Quite simply, she was “mousy”, pun very much intended. It made sense in a weird way, her appearance at least. Since she was such a small animal before, it would be strange if she wasn’t also small in her human form. After all, Sonja, formerly a dog, was taller than Momo, formerly a cat. It certainly explained her flat chest. She was also at the same developmental stage as Momo and Sonja, comparable to a nineteen or twenty-year-old. Maybe the age of the human form was based on the lifespan of the animal form. If, as a golden doodle, Sonja could live to be fourteen, then were she seven years old when she transformed, she might have the body of a forty or fifty-year-old. Or maybe whatever weird magic was causing this simply transformed the girls into human bodies at peak sexiness. Anyway, since she wasn't actually a kid, I seemed I might be able to play with her after all. “Let me get you something to eat.” Considering what she had originally been, and the fact that she had just transformed, I went with something simple, a peanut butter sandwich and a glass of milk. As I worked, all three girls watched me, the mouse from her chair, now pulling her feet up and hugging Brunette her knees to her chin, and the cat and dog from the living room, their heads poking up from above the back of the couch. I set Solo down the food and drink in front of her and took the nearby seat. “Here you go. You eat the sandwich with MILF your hands, and for the milk, you pick up the glass and bring it to your lips to drink.” Her eyes moved from me to the sandwich, the look of fear on her face still sharp. She snatched up the sandwich and sniffed it. Liking the smell, she started to nibble on it with rapid, tiny bites, the way a rodent would. As she ate, I pulled out my phone and called the office. As the manager, it was no big deal for me to be late, and as long as someone covered for erotic me, there were even times when I could take the day off. It would be better not to skip the whole day, so I just called my assistant and told girlfriend her I would be in later. She had swallowed some but most of it dripped out of her mouth. His mind came racing out of his imagination. Donna pampered her MILF body with a long leisurely soak in the tub of Solo bath oils. The girl straightened her t-shirt, which had slipped up over Brunette her bra, and the girlfriend guy was frantically trying to zip his jeans back up. Linda and Beth were very nervous, their Master and Mistresses hadn't erotic really beat them much, only a little spanking. Let’s run!” “Don’t worry about it, Miss Donna. “Yes,” I commented. ‘There’s that smile. Neither had so I explained it to them. Dinner for the night was pork chops and mashed potatoes. It was incredible. I woke from this dream with wetness between my legs... Being a guidance counselor at University, Wendy sees lots of athletic young men in her office every day , assisting them with funding applications and what major to select.