Withthe same wariness, he felt the dampness at his crotch. "This isn'tpossible. You turned me into a girl somehow." He grabbed a handfulof blonde hair...and stared at it. And then, he unexpectedly turnedtoward me. "Who were you before?" he asked me, the question itselfcatching me off guard.There was no reason not to answer his question. "I was Sam Whipplewhen I woke up this morning, Chuck," I replied. "But I'm afraideveryone I've ever known calls me Sammi now." That's impossible. You can't be. She looked around and said, “Suppose we use that green bush as our background.”I was so glad that she suggested it because I didn’t have a clue as to where to have her pose. My cock was rock hard and the shortage of blood to my brain was having its affect. Mrs. Smith stood in front of that bush while I took several pictures. I had her turn to the right, turn to the left, and I had her raise her arms, bend over, and squat. As I moved around to get the best picture of her open legs and those thin. Ab mene 15 min tak unke boobs ka maja lene ke bad unki aur mere under ware nikal di.. aur apne muh ko unki chut pe rakhar aur kiss ki aur sara pani pi gaya,unke muh se ahhh….guru ki aawaj nikal rahi thi bad me mene unki chut me apni ek ungli dal di..to wo bahut tight thi jese virgin ho.. aur ungli se chodne laga to woli” chutiye apna lund dal aur meri pyas buja” to me heran rah gayaAur bola’randi ready ho me teri chut fadne wala hu” aur usne mere lund ko hath me pakda to boli sala bahut mota he. I know I remind him of my mom.Fucking-a. I've been spammed. Through Google Mail, no less. That's what happens when you hang around sex sites.I wrote her back. Ha ha. See you in the funny pages.She replied, I'm for real. I love your stuff on alt.stories. Your stories are hot. I'm a natural girl. I have it where it counts. I know you like that in a woman. I respect a man that appreciates curves.You'll love writing about me.She told me she had read all my stories: I like you're portrayal of sex. I.