Even Bill must have felt it, for he stopped in mid chew. Oh, what the hell. I could always blame it on the booze. Plus, she looked incredibly hot as w...ll as vulnerable right now.“Ever done it before?” she whispered huskily.“Done a line off a girl’s pussy? Nope.”She giggled.“Stay still. I’m working here,” I told her, attempting to do the line as she squirmed.The high hit me quickly, as did the scent of her arousal. If I’d been sober, I’d have probably stopped what I was doing, blushed a lot,. Freddie turned to face what he feared would be himself. He wasn't sure what he feared more: seeing his own body standing before him, or experiencing the movements of a girl's body necessary to just turn to face that body. "Look at me!" ordered his former voice. Freddie began to feel weak, tears welling up in his eyes. "Her eyes" he thought. He gave in, turning slowly to face the commanding voice. He saw himself: his male body. "What?" he asked as his voice began to crack with crying eminent.. ”“What? Give you a blow job?”“No! Play with me the way you’re doing.”“But she does give you blow jobs, huh?” Edna’s eyes sparkled in the dim light.“Are you k**ding? I n-never had my ... cock ... sucked by anyone!”“Oooooh, poor baby ... !” Edna cooed, and wriggled sensuously as she bowed herhead to his lap.“Aaaaah!” he exhaled sharply when her tongue touched his prick.She chuckled softly and licked all over the quivering pinkish bulb of his pecker.“Keep watching for the cops now, Harvey,” she. She was stunned but replied that she did enjoyed a lot. Soon I found out that still, she has hot for me and I started buttering her more. Remember friends, a female required appreciation of her beauty and body. So if you can do that, you have won half the game. Soon, she invited me to her house for morning coffee. I knew coffee is just a excuse. I went their prepared with flavored condoms, lots of chocolates and flowers. She was damn happy to see all this and me of course. Soon we were sitting.