Tracie had heard that line from a dozen young men, who had tried to start conversations with her. She’d always wanted to laugh when they tried it. S...e didn’t feel like laughing now, though. She felt like taking her shirt off. She chickened out again.“I ... I picked Paula up at your house,” she said weakly.“Oh, yeah,” he said. His interest seemed to wane. “Where is she?”Tracie was a little bit stung. Why wasn’t he putting the make on her?!“Her parents came and picked her up,” she said.“Really!”. Tryingto prove to myself that I was imagining things, I poked at where mychest pushed out and let out another gasp. That was actually ME pushingout. It was a part of me.Then I noticed my hand and held it up in front of my face, staring at itin silent disbelief. My hand WASN'T my hand. It was still a hand...justnot MY hand. It looked a little smoother, a little more delicate...without any of the hairs which had covered the back of it. My fingersseemed just a little bit longer, perhaps because my. I began to apply lube into my ass crack, dabbing it heavily directly on my back portal. I looked over my shoulder at Patrick. He was staring at the treat before his eyes. “Let’s just call it time off for good behavior,” I said. There wasn’t much for me in this, but frankly I was orgasmed out. I felt Patrick enter me, and I gave out a little ‘uh’ as he did so, the entry and the growing fullness not nearly so uncomfortable as usual. I wanted Patrick to have this little reward. He had been a good. Great only fifteen kilometers from the Giriyondo Gate. Inserting the coordinates into my Range Rovers GPS unit, I back up with my wheels throwing up cloud of dust“Candice Verway don’t you dare drive off from here until you have backup!” Ignoring Pieter I pull out and drive off taking a direct route towards the coordinates. I can still hear his last words ringing in my ears “At least tell me where you’re off.