My company's kept me here for a couple of months sorting things out for them. It's a drag living away from home. So, you a Londoner?" Yeah," said Cath... hesitating between returning to her seat and the fact that there was bugger all for her to do when she got there. She hoped this guy wouldn't spot the slight Brum accent she'd never quite managed to lose in all the years she'd been in the capital. But an American wouldn't know the difference, would he?"Great city, London. And Clapham's not bad. My skin starts to lighten and it startsto smooth out. I remember my elbows and knees feeling a little rough.But with past transformations, my skin has remained very smooth in manyareas. Even when I was a guy. My shoulders feel very light now. As Ilay on my bed, I could feel my shoulder blades get smaller. My musclesare twitching with all these changes in my body. I've gotten used tothese pulses already. And it looks like my body has as well. It's not aspainful as it used to be. I lift up my. I hear you moan, as if in anguish, my heart jumps in my chest. My hands gently slide through your hair as I pull you to me. Your hands wrap around me as your long tongue snakes between my nether lips, opening me. Wet heat covers me as your tongue licks and probes me. You place my right foot on your knee, opening me even more. I feel the length of your tongue slides inside me, it wiggles, striking my ‘G’ spot, my knees almost buckle. My hips move gently to the swirling attention of your mouth.. “Let it out.”I hover above you. Six hundred and eleven seconds. Time so viscerally real I can feel each and every second burn off, leaving a swirling cloud of heat behind.Your body shimmers and bubbles. Skin melts, leaving a younger version beneath, sixteen maybe, innocent still, in the ways a white girl from the hood can be innocent. I lean down, lick an erect nipple and push deeper inside your clinging bubblegum cunt.“You don’t always gotta be so damn tough, blondie,” I say. “Sometimes, I.