They were dressed in various styles of sleepwear and drinking from mugs. A few glanced at us with knowing grins, but I just grinned back and squeezed ...am’s hand.“The sleepers have awakened,” Simon called out from the kitchen to the left. He had a spatula in one hand and a plate in the other. “How do you like your eggs, Steph? I already know Sam likes hers runny.”“The same,” I said as Sam dragged me towards the coffee pod machine.“Coffee,” Sam intoned like she was a zombie saying brains. She. Deflation, divorce to Tommy, etc.(Carol_Collins) Which one of your stories do you think is the best?(Raven) Good question. I think my best work was probably "In Your Dreams". However, that is not my favorite.(Carol_Collins) Which is your favorite story?(Raven) My favorite, which I think captures the passion of a body switch is "Soul Exchange: At First Sight."(Carol_Collins) What was the plot to "Soul Exchange"?(Raven) An angel by the name of Noel gives the Archangel Michael a "coffee. He yanks harder, and I gasp at the exquisite pain. He continues to pull, hard enough to lift me, if I weren't secured at the ankles.Then suddenly, 'snip'. The fabric falls away, leaving my cunt bare. Another cut for the waistband, and he yanks the remains of the panties out from under me. I am completely naked, awaiting his pleasure.There is a clatter as the scissors are tossed aside, then his hand strokes my ass. It drifts around, closer and closer to my sex, stroking me, teasing me, until I. As she was driving I started to notice what she was wearing, it was a plain light yellow cotton sundress, knee length with a quite low neckline which showed the top part of her breasts. She and her husband Jeff had married young and she would have been about 38 at this time. Sitting next to her I suddenly realised that my cock was starting to stiffen, so picked up my bag containing my workboots and put it on my lap to cover the growing bulge in my jeans.As we drove on she said " Can you hear.