I look like I have been designed for seduce, I look like a sex machine, and my painted hair and red nails are like an identification badge saying that...I am a hooker, that I am always ready for sex.Well, I have to do something, I am not gay, and I won?t use the ?fucking talent? of this body. Maybe if I am her, she is me perhaps we had swapped bodies. Fuck!! Maybe she is acting like a girl in my body. I have to call myself.There's no phone in the bedroom, I have to search for one, there's two. My wife noticed my harden, of course, and asked if I was having a waking wet-dream. I told her yeah, I was thinking about her hairy pussy and how much i wanted to fuck her right then and there.Since we were already undressed it was a simple matter for her to kneel down on the tent floor and stick her ass up to where I could have easy access to her asshole or her cunt…whichever I wanted. I lubed up my hard cock with some spit an let a mouthful of saliva land on her asshole. Without a whimper. Then he picked up the suitcase and bag and started towards the door.“If engineering doesn’t work out, Andy,” Beverly said when he shifted the book bag to his right hand to get the door, “you could make a living giving boyfriend lessons.”“Yeah,” Laura asked, “but would the guys pay for them?”“Maybe the woman’s parents would,” Sandra suggested. “If Gary treated me like that, Dad would stop mentioning haircuts.”Andy was blushing and everyone else was laughing when they walked out the door. “See?”. I had no sooner braced my elbows on the floor when I saw her foot swing back and rapidly swing forward to slam directly into my open crotch. As she went to kick me again, she began uttering cuss words and screaming about what a slut I was. Fortunately, I was able to close my legs instinctively before the second kick landed, so that my shin received the brunt of her attack. It hurt like hell, but nowhere as bad as the kick to my pussy, which by now felt as though someone had socked it with a.