I took a step back and looked my friends up and down. Their clothes were gone, leaving only a pair of revealing bra and panty sets. One was pink, the ...ther orange. My friends looked hotter than ever. The more I stared at them, the more aroused I got. It only took a few seconds before their alluring appearance got too much for me to handle. Momentarily forgetting about my real world troubles, I rushed over to my friends and literally tackled them to the ground. Before they could figure out what. He knew what to do, I can exchange the photos and do the Morph in reverse and become a man again. Robert was setting the program up and found it difficult to type with long nails. He also did not like the sensation of tits moving around on his chest. As the program came up on the screen he saw a small yellow slip of paper in the CD case and picked it up. He then hit exchange and lost consciousness. When Robert awoke he thought what a dream, it was so real! As he stretched he realized the. An old Sinatra song was just starting – Three Coins in the Fountain. Sinatra was all over the radio back then; he’d died that week.From the tuning dial, Maria's fingers went straight for Mike's kneecap, clawing it in a spidery movements. Upwards they went from there, along the seam of his jeans, high enough to discover the shape of his erection.Above the song she said,“Parece que te alegras de verme.” I think you’re pleased to see me.Mike looked dead ahead, through the windscreen, as Maria. "Oh my" I whispered in response, Arshad didn't waste any time, We couldn't help it, both of us gave out a moan of sheer pleasure as the ageing Pakistani man sunk his cock so deep inside my wet pussy. Both Arshad's hands reached out and squeezed on my tits as he began pumping me slowly, "Oh yes! fuck me harder!!" I turned and whispered to the filthy man, He picked up the pace and began thrusting into me much harder and faster than before. There was lots of moaning and panting and Arshad's balls.