"But not much time," he sighed. He'd chosen to use his limited timehaving fun getting even with Ron and the goons which meant there wasn'tenough time...to explore his other options.Once Chris decided that he'd killed enough time, he slipped themedallion around his neck again and grinned. A minute later he was outof his house again and was on his way to where he'd agreed to meet Ron,transforming himself back to Christine on the way."Hello girls," Chris chuckled as he looked down at his breasts,. She'd fought tooth and nail to make her own way, embracing the women's lib movement, sure that she didn't need a man for anything. Still, there had been long, lonely nights when all she could think about was what it would be like to have one of the brutes in her bed, pressing her to the mattress, making her feel that lovely zing she missed so much.It came to her suddenly that she didn't know all that much about men, and that embarrassed her too. She'd worked with them, socialized with them, and. Bikinis and swimsuits were a big no for her. For footwear she’ll always wear either sneakers, boots, or tennis shoes. She always had a phobia of feet which also includes her own and she always felt her feet gave off a strange odor. She never lets anyone see them out of embarrassment and if someone were to see them, she’d either freak out or maybe even faint. Even when she goes on walks to the beach and wears one of her cute sundresses, she always has boots or tennis shoes on, she doesn’t own. I let out a shriek of pain and pleasure. My tongue circled her hole before finding it's way in. I tongue fucked her hard and fast like she did to me at the bar. She started squirming and bucking on my face. I must have been doing a good job. Their moans and groans of pleasure mixed in the air, Alana's feminine "oohing" and "ahhing" with James' grunts and groans. James fucked my pussy hard, hitting my cervix a little. It was so hot that I was giving and receiving pleasure at the same time. "Ohhh.