She leaned back with her hands falling to my knees. Her sweet, soft, pale breasts were wobbling in rhythm with her grinding. After about 10 seconds, s...e started to emit little squeaks of pleasure as she continued what looked like an amazing orgasm. As her orgasm crested, she let out her breath and started screaming, “oh my…. oh my…. oh my…. oh my…yesssssss…….. Uuuuhhhhggggg……..I’m cuuuummmminggggg!!!!!!”. More grunting and grinding as she screamed, “Oh GOD Thom, please keep fucking me…..fuck. That's when it all comes flooding back to me. My wife cheating on me. The intensity of her orgasm. That cock. That massive black cock.I start to push away from her. "Sharron. Sharron, how could you," I plea as I move.She grabs me, holding me close. "Oh, baby. I'm sorry, baby." You're sorry? Why did you... How could you..."Sharron grows quiet for a minute. "Listen, Glen. I'm going to lay it all out for you. I want you to listen to me carefully, then we can talk." She gathers her thoughts. "You. We at Browning-Stevens believe that an executive should be properly welcomed. May I welcome you to the firm?” She opened the fur up so that her heaving breasts were almost totally visible, holding it closed over her pussy.Jim smiled and began undressing. “I would hate to appear ungrateful.”Cassie sank to her knees and helped her lover out of his pants. Seeing the sturdy erection staring her in the face, she promptly took him in her mouth, sucking his cock until he came down her throat. Then,. My new form was menstruating.And there we go. You know almost all of it now, for those events in theLondon station took place only weeks ago, at the end of September.To you, the reader, the thing that happened to me maybe still sounds likea dream come true, and you're probably wondering - why is Swappy Ladyposted as a horror story?Well, here's the rub. That discomfort I'd attributed to period pains weresymptoms of the final stage terminal cancer which was every moment eatingaway the girl's.