In a single day, we exchanged almost 60 mails. We even exchanged our pictures during tat mail. Finally before the end of that mail chain, she gave me ...er no and asked me to call her after 6pm. I did call her by 6pm.. Her voice was so sweet and it had the accent of a Keralite. After seeing her picture itself my cock was raising up and down. Her voice was so sweet. I got immediate hard on after hearing her voice. We kept chatting in phone for almost half an hour. Our phone talks and mails used to. .. she isn't?" No, she is quite alive. However, you remember Jenna?" Jenna, Jenna ... isn't she the one follows Crenshaw around like a sick pup?" She could have sworn a brief look of anger or annoyance flashed across his eyes."She is infatuated with Crenshaw, yes." He paused then weigh up his words. "Jenna has tried to kill Vin." WHAT! How? What happened? She had better not be dead or you have had it!" Katrina! As I have said, Vin is still alive and well. However, accordingly to Mercenary and. If I was a girl then I was agirl. The really scary part was what did I look like?I immediately felt a weight on my chest shift when I sat up and longslightly curly dark brown hair drifted in front of my eyes. I lookeddown upon the first female breasts I'd ever seen. At least seenuncovered. They looked huge. My hands couldn't hold them. I stood,expecting myself to feel awkward and off balance, but I wasn't at all.Maybe this was another Xenomorph bonus? My underwear was now stretchedover my wider. Martina seemed to notice it as well, and held her mouth right at my cunt to lick and suck it out of me. She must've collected it in her mouth, for when nothing more would come out she pulled herself up and kissed me passionately, letting his cream run into my mouth. He tasted glorious. Mixed with my pussy juices, this cum cocktail was almost enough to make me cum again.I only put on my coat when we left, and put my pants and blouse into my handbag. Martina left her shirt rolled up and her tits.