She won the next game and I could see she was enjoying this. Focus! I kept finding myself looking at her instead of the ball. After a long game which ... won we were even. These were hard games but I was enjoying watching her jog over to retrieve the ball from the front of the court, her breasts bouncing so firmly. I lost the next game and took off my shorts and felt my cock growing harder. Maybe this distracted her, I don’t know, but she lost the next game and removed her skirt. We were both now. I have noreason to change back even when I get there." Let me drive you home," I offered."It is a long way, and it is late," she said. She was still speaking ina very feminine voice. It was as if what she said was true - theclothes and the hairstyle had made the man in him disappear. I foundthe lustful thoughts returning."I don't mind," I said. "Perhaps we can stop for a meal on the way. Mytreat."I still wonder how it was that I felt the way I did. I had alwaysthought that as a lesbian my. You know that. What are you going to accomplish with this?”“That’s the point, isn’t it, Mattson? That is pointless.”Mattson was about to speak, when the music ended and Yolanda, Corinne’s publicist, came back online.“You will be live in about twenty seconds. Anything I can do to talk you out of this?”“Nope.” The clock counted down, and...“I’m being told the Hollywood Harlot herself is on the line. Corinne, is that you?”“Yes, it’s me, Abel. This is Corinne DeLoie.”“How do we know this is really. I said that I thought it would be good for our relationship later in life, so she wouldnt feel later that she had missed out on a full and rewarding sex life.I told her that I had fantasized thousands of times about other guys shoving their huge cocks in her little body and that she would make me very happy by fucking other guys and especially letting them fill her tiny body with their sperm. With this she started to tell me how much she wanted to fuck and suck other guys but was afraid to tell.