Shifting
Shifting I strutted nervously around the rooms for a while, catching glimpses of myself in the mirrors and windows, and noted my improved appearance with distracted admiration. At last I pulled myself together. Sue would be home eventually, and I tensed up with anticipatory pleasure at the thought. She would have learnt still more. I became so excited I had to sit down, my prick bulging uncomfortably in my tight short pants. I stroked the swelling against the silken material with...