I’d given up my older body to the body and mind of this younger woman and I had been thoroughly used. We were both naked. My tits were still red, my...nipples still on fire, my cunt had been ferociously used and throbbed deeply, my asshole had been well stretched. Tegan stretched out naked on the bed, her nubile form and general demeanour belied what she could do to a willing woman, what she had done to me and she wasn’t finished yet. We finished our bottle of champagne and Tegan said matter of. It wasn’t the kind of thing she usually read. It was by an author she’d never heard of before, a man named Isaac Asimov, and it had the strange title of “I Robot”. It turned out to be a series of short stories, and she had read the first one just out of curiosity. She was on the fifth, completely enthralled by the exploits of Powell and Donovan and with the way Susan Calvin thought about things, when there was a tap on her door.“Yes?”The door opened, and Bobby stuck his head in.“You still need. "I don't know what happened." Raging teen hormones, I suspect," said Catherine, as if it didn't matter.Tommy was relieved that she was being so cool about the situation. But then he suddenly remembered what she had said about his kiss. "Was it really worse than my dancing?" he asked."Look, it's OK. You have to learn how to kiss just like you learn everything else." She felt sorry for his embarrassment. "Here, let me show you how this works." She pulled his hands down from his face. "Let's say. Veronica was right, they loved my body and my big tits, and they really liked having sex with me too, I still had it like I did before, and they loved my tits and how big and firm they are, I remember one guy said he'd never seen a pair of boobs that big that are so firm......and they all said that I give good head and I know how to fuck too.........ohhh I loved it...I loved sucking all those dicks and getting fucked by all those men....yummm.....ohh I missed it all so much..........I couldn't.