I remembered the sexy little flip flops she had so I grabbed them and put them on her. Her feet looked so sexy dressed in her cute little sandals, dri...ping with spit. My cock at this point was about to burst out of my pants and I had to take it out. I quickly ripped my pants off and I was left standing there with my throbbing cock in front of these sexy, dressed up, soaking wet, little feet. I slowly walked over and removed the flip flop from her right foot, and then I slid my cock in between. As she does his cock and heavy balls come into view, from her position she can see every vein in his cock. She holds it, gently squeezes, his cock reacts getting slightly bigger. She was wright, this cock is thicker than her husband’s but the same size. She strokes it starts to wank him, she leans forward, kisses the head, then licks his cock. She then rubs his cock all over her face, lifts it and runs her tongue from his balls to the head. Sarah leans back, looking at his cock, hard and fully. “Cassandra, but call me Cassie.” I replied. “How about you?” His name was Dan and as soon as he said it, I realized I knew him also. What are the chances of me being 2,500 miles away from home and run into two people that I know in the same bar? Even stranger they both were hitting on me! I knew Dan would not recognize me, as he was really drunk. He was pulling me very close to him and I could start to feel a subtle bulge in his crotch rubbing against me. Dan was a close friend of my brother. I turned and left the slowly settling chicken, unlocking the door to cross to the other cell. I had been tired of hearing her screech and scream all night and the last thing I wanted to hear while I was with the body of her husband was her caterwauling.I looked in at him through the barred window and was met with his stare. It was all animal and hungry but not for food. The doctor had mentioned that even though the personalities had been switched there was a good amount of residual memory left.