She waved at the diner’s door and I waved back before backing out of the parking space and driving off the lot. A few minutes later I stopped at a no-name gas station, charging the gas on my personal credit card. I’d charge the gas to the government once I was headed home again. I drove into town and turned left at the city center, parking on the street at a men’s store I had seen in my explorations. I opened the car door for Max and together we walked into the store. I was sure the owner was going to bitch about a dog in his store, but one look at my U.S. MARSHAL shirt and another at the determination in my face closed his mouth in a hurry. I led Max to a corner of the large room and told him to lie down. Then I opened my belt and let the pistol, baton, and handcuffs fall to the floor. Max put his head down on top of them, exactly as I had taught him. Knowing that my weapons were secure I addressed the store owner. “I need some clothes—a couple of pair of decent slacks and a few shirts, at least. I’d also like a sports jacket if you think you’ll have Hairy something that would fit me. Some matching socks would help and I see that you also fuck sell shoes. What do you have in 14EE?” He came and carefully measured my chest and waist, keeping an eye on Max the whole time even as Max kept an eye on him. He finished by measuring my inseam. “Hmmm, do you have difficulty buying clothes, Mr. Cahill? You have an extremely muscular body.” Somehow he knew my name--from the folks at the diner, I assumed. “Not in a big city where there are quality men’s stores,” I replied. “Well, we may not be a big city, but I can attest to the quality of my goods. Perhaps you’d like a sports jacket, as well. I can tailor it to fit you perfectly. Who knows, you may want to take Miss Lucille to a fancy restaurant like Carter’s or even to the theater.” Damn, but this guy knew an awful lot about me and exotic my business. “Let’s start with the basics first and then we can talk about the others.” He nodded and walked to a rack of shirts and then to another of slacks, motioning me to a japanese dressing room once he had four of each. I tried on the slacks first, surprised that he had my size—36-35—waist 36 inches and inseam 35 inches. Surprisingly, they fit me well. I selected one pair of tan and another of light grey before trying on several lightweight shirts. They were made of an elastic material that promised to wick perspiration away from the wearer’s body. I liked three of the four so I kept them. Dressed again in my uniform I laid the clothes on the counter. “Good choices, Marshal; why don’t we try on a few jackets now? You’ll need a size 52 Extra Long because of your muscular chest and back, but I’m sure it will need alterations because of your relatively small waist.” I found a nice one that I liked—mauve with silver plated buttons. It was a trifle snug, but I was promised that it would be altered for free and that it would be done by tomorrow afternoon. I walked out the door almost two hours later with my asian arms full and my wallet empty. I had spent almost $1,000 on my new wardrobe. I justified the expense by telling myself that I wanted to look good for Lucy. Max and I walked in to what was now our table at the diner at 1:30 on the dot. As she began to try and do a decent job, I pulled out my asian phone and took several pictures of my mom sucking my dick. I chose a see-through tube top that was easy to get off, and a ultra-short skater skirt. The angel grinned up at me, cum on her lips, drool running down her chin. But how I transformed him is definitely another fun story! Suddenly, the GPS and radio jamming he'd experienced during combat made sense to James. I didn’t really care, I was reveling in the attention I was receiving from these strangers. I began to slowly stroke in and out as I began to nibble at her short hairs. Elena opened her mouth, but a man’s voice cut her off. “Why, we're filming your first gangbang...” She glanced at Ms. Rowbottom. Our children will make humanity into one harmonious society. His torso and engorged cock were framed by the window, his pants currently wrapped around his ankles. If you do, you do. Laura reached up and grabbed Mike and Amy and pulled them toward her face so she could lick Mike’s cock Hairy and Amy’s pussy at the same time, causing Amy to squirt all over her face. “That's it,” I moaned, my ovaries tightening. Mary put a hand on the woman’s face and fuck gave her a peck on the lips. Holy shit. I can advise you on many things; I can tell you where your past selves failed and where they japanese succeeded. She didn't stop me and it was getting so sloppy When I was close I put my whole dick in her mouth and then came. I pulled hard. Red took her mouth off and just used her tongue, licking the front ‘v’ exotic of his manhood. "we'll sort this out in the morning" she whispered, leaning into my ear before kissing me passionately on the lips for a minute or two. " WAAAAGGHH!" Finally, she sits back on her heels. The hand inched inwards towards her spine and she inhaled one last preemptive breath. We all returned to the lounge and Jay began telling me more of what he had done to his sister Dawn l asked why hadn’t he ever mentioned using her before and it seems he thought l would be jealous. “What's going on?” I ask. He could feel her kicks, but they were nothing compared to the Rugby games. He felt her go limp in his arms so he just kept pumping into her.