.but it didn't.It was just me. It was the same body that I'd had my entire life. In fact,it felt more real to me than my old one. This was who I was, ...ot thatteenage boy."My name is Jessica," I stated, knowing my own identity for a fact. I knewthat I had been Glen, but that name didn't feel right to me. I didn't feellike Glen. I felt like Jessica. "I am Jessica." I stared at my reflectionin the mirror, not seeing anything to be surprised by. I was a 27 year oldhousewife with two kids. I even. Use your finger and make yourself come over the balls.” I started out slowly rubbing my finger against my clit and then sped up as the orgasm started to build. My breathing started to speed and I knew I was going to come, when Nick said down the phone “Hold it back princess. I don’t want you to come yet.” I moaned and said “I don’t think I can I really want to come.” “Trust me princess. Hold back.” I tried hard to hold back my orgasm but it building and I really wanted to let go. I was moaning. She was letting out heavy, hot breaths which were passing over my hand.We reached her parking lot and I asked her about her husband. “Don’t you worry about him. He is away for a month on a business trip”, she said to me.We quickly dressed up and started to get out. “All through the way, I want you to lift my dress up and play with my ass cheeks”, Roshni said. “And henceforth, you have to call me your queen”. I was quite happy to do both. This bitch was horny as fuck. I never would have imagined. . now!"Peggy leaped forward, slapped her hand against my belly, "Tag! You're it!" she squealed, spun around and sprinted across the deck, down the steps and out across the back yard towards the trees some seventy yards away.Peggy isn't a runner in the same sense that I am. If there were an Olympic marathon race of more than thirty miles I don't think there's a human being alive who could keep up with me. I'm not fast enough to win any kind of sprint, even one twenty-six miles long, but I've got.