The Rocket grunt screamed in horror, but had no chance. The Machoke, whose body shone from the droplets of seawater, wrapped his legs around the targe...ed limb, securing an ankle lock. He twisted abruptly with his hands, and the scream of the grunt, combined with the crunch of his ankle caused the Pokémon to ejaculate right there on the spot, shocking the woman he “saved”.He smiled in her direction, and as the grunt rolled around in panic and agony, the humanoid/reptilian Pokémon sat on his. A surprise as it says, she was holding my hand close and sleeping on my shoulder but I was overpowered with love and lust.We reached the place by the afternoon and then I guided her to the unknown paradise. She was all in awe by the climate and people. We reached our mud house and rested and rolled a joint after a while. I was never missing a chance to touch her. I wanted to hug her so badly. We smoked two joints and were lost into each other. By the end, our legs were on each other. It was. Even the thought of work didn't have the same impact as it used to. Iwas loving having the ability to change my gender temporarily. Rightnow, I was enjoying my male perspective. Natasha's full, firm breastspressed against my stomach as she continued her ministrations on mycock. Not to be selfish, my hand found its way between Natasha'ssmooth thighs as she squat on her knees over my lap.I could feel the soft trimmed hair that covered her puffy vulva.Stroking my finger along the crease, the. Life was good. Breanna had over the last few years been more and more in my life and while we never talked about it, I suspected that her life was almost completely about her work as a physician's assistant at which she excelled and me. We were making love three and four nights a week and almost every weekend found her here -- happy and contented.A few months before I turned fifty-eight, there was a part of her that seemed distracted...not unhappy, but I knew there was something on her mind. I.