On the third trip down from her neck she asked - no she told me - that she came here for a reason and that she was dripping wet thinking about me mass...ging her breasts. I reached up and around as I stepped forward and firmly but with care held both of them. While heavy they were certainly firm with a definite bounce to them. I wondered how well they'd hang up with my hands and her bra holding them up - would they be as firm and supple as they looked in the picture. It was as if she read my. " Well, Amanda, it's an important issue, don't you agree?" the holograph interviewer said."Why would I agree with that, Trey?" she asked. "I mean, isn't it their own business? Just like it is here. What two consenting adults do in private isn't my concern, whether here or on Eden. Can we move on, please?"The host simply ignored the last. "But you do agree that it's a sin, right?" he pressed.She feigned recognition. "Oh, I get it! You don't trust God to handle it, is that it?"Montague was caught. ‘What are you doing?’ I asked Shyam without shifting my focus from Ishan. Shyam spoke into my ears. ‘Your ass is so tight, baby.. feel like pumping you. But don’t worry, I won’t enter your ass. I will just rub myself. Is that ok?’I was relieved. I know it is not easy to enter the rear side. It will hurt me like crazy and I was not ready for that pain at that moment. My thoughts were interrupted by Seema’s famous chant, ‘Ishan…Ishan..’ My hand involuntarily pulled Shyam’s hand on to my pussy to. She stood. Er, he, well the body he was using, Sally's, stood.The balance seemed odd. She was muscular, but the added weight on her chest was a touch off expectations. S/he looked in the mirror. She looked pretty yummy. The crotch seemed to dampen immediately. Oh!, she thought, I've got a cunt. Startled at the gender assumption in her new mind, she probed her old body, finding it in a mental form of stasis.Well, she thought, lets try this out a little. She summoned Jill from the kitchen.Jill.