After a short while I picked up a tablet of paper and began to write my report for Mrs. Winton. It was not going to be the happy report of find her son alive and well working or playing hookie. Instead to somehow work the explanation to give her the thought young Jimmy had if anything just found for himself a job so enjoyable he changed all his plans and stayed with it.
In this case a perversion of the truth would offer a better taste to the lady than a bitter story I'd witnessed. Then as I thought to mention my report to Marcia I looked up, she was gone!
Natually worried I looked in the bathroom and then through the room's one front window I saw to amaze me Marcia at the pool. Quickly I ran outside and over to the poolside which was located in the center of the Motel parking lot.
Spralled out on a chase lounge was Marcia in all her naked Connemara pony mared' beauty. Although this was not the peak season for the Motel business in this region it had a fair few patrons about. I'd think little of it if she was a normal woman and sauntered out here stock naked to sun herself, but Marcia was not such a woman.
Sitting down by her side I asked Marcia if she was thinking of where she was right now? A tear soaked pair of eye returned a gaze and a quivering lis told me she was beginning to think about things more that just a mare's type of sense.
She sat up and hugged me as the tears burst and her sobbing cries alerted even more people to the wierd scene. Putting my jacket over her naked shoulders I walked her slowly back to the room. Once inside she fell face first over her double bed and seemed to go fast asleep.
I stood there looking at her and then over to the empty glass the antidote was mixed in, she moaned softly and memories flooded my head. The man who I am was brought up in a religious setting to be as moral as a stone. Now since the Park and it's offerings those thoughts mixed with the sight of Marcia half changed to a sleek and neat in her Connemara pony form is even then perverting my mind.
Eeking past the thickened lips of my grown sheath a penis of monstered perportions is working it's way out to become erect. I stand there licking my lips as to taste her wonderous juices again. I lean over her on the bed the stretching feels make my big pecker jerk to fully erect and demanding!
The thought to call for Stable Security from the Park to come and return us for final processing is still a pobbile option.
Then a glint of something one the floor. A trail of glistening short hairs beginning at the doorway and over to her bed. Kneeling down I examine Marcia, her leg hairs are falling out, the antidote is working!
Plopping down in a chair I'm still erect and the thing aches for a release. I watch the sexy creature on the bed thinking more with that over sized cock than with the brain in my head.
Marcia moans in her wet dreams and rolls over flopping one dark leg over the side of the bed. Now her tight pony like butt is about hanging off the side of her bed as I see tiny drips fall to the floor.
Wham, I'm down on hands and knees crawling over the lustingly check out those glistening drips. A twisting neck points the face upward to see what I'd hoped was true. The wet dreams were effecting her mind and the sexy body was reacting as well. I stuck out my tongue to capture each falling drip and again enjoy her flavor.
One happy sex crazed warrior lay face up, mouth open, tongue out watching the slow drips like a water fall come down and be tasted by me. A form of torture it was but also an aluring way to fall asleep.
The ringing of the bedside phone was what woke me first and shortly there after Marcia too. Scrambling up I sat on the edge of my bed and answered the in coming call.
It was the front desk clerk as he had many complaints lodged about my wife and her strange sun bathing suit. He demended we leave the Motel that morning.
I heard what he said and then watched Marcia get up and walk up to stand before me. I believe I agreed to the clerk's request and hung up the phone. Marcia still enthused by her no doubt wild and sexy dreams began to rub her crotch into my dreaming face.
Wild beastly passion ensued into both of us and it was hours later that I lay spread naked over the bed panting for air, when there was a knock at the door.
The one sound of Marcia in taking a shower assured me of where she was before I answered the door. In a flash I grabbed my pants zipping and buckling it up only to stand there and see a large problem.
The new grown sheath was still poking above the pants and belt. I had to find my shirt and try to cover what was far more animal in form than a normal human.
Opening the door I came face to face with the desk clerk and a Deputy Sheriff. The Deputy informed me that unless we left the Motel under our own free will he'd have to remove us bodily. I told him my wife was in the shower and that within thirty minutes we'd be out and gone.
The desk clerk agreed not wanting anymore attention to the goings on than what he had then. The Deputy took up a guarding post at our door till we would be ready to leave. I stood there with the door closed and suddenly rmembered we'd been there three days!
Three days of wild sensual and then sexual and the beastly enjoyments like if we both hed been processed in Pleasure Island's Lab.
"Sam, look!" said Marcia as she exited the bathroom. Her hairy face and for that matter the pony hair everywhere had just washed off. She turned and modeled her naked body as I felt betrayed by her taking that antidote. Although her fingers and toes looked still very hooflike her ears, lip, and nose had regained original form.
I told her of the problems at hand and we both rushed to grab our clothes and were soon opening the door to exit the Motel. As I opened the door our guard turned and looked at me his eyes went wide as he began to shake a little.
He noted the Captain's bars on my stolen dress shirt. The P.I.A.P. class A security pass clipped to the shirt pocket was no doubt making him think I was somebody to be careful with, or else! he began to apologize all over us but I told him to remain calm.
Marcia now without the pony hair covering her face looked more like a native Nigerian than an caucasion woman she was. The Deputy took an offical repore and marched ahead of us as if we were really somebody special.
As we drove out the parking lot the Deputy wiped his brow of sweat glad to be rid of a tough guy from P.I.A.P.