Your hands leave my hair and move down my back and over my sides. Your fingers curl around the bottom of my shirt and pull it up over my back. The coo... air of the room gives me goose bumps and makes me shiver. We sit up and you pull my shirt over my head and I pull yours off too. I fall back on top of you and kiss you harder. I move down your body and kiss your neck. Your hands move over my back along my spine. I lift myself onto my arms and off of your body. I move further down to kiss the top. Com on … .Dont know when my mom came into the room and seeing the washroom light on she came to see, and put the ear on the washroom door and heard my moaning and opened the door, she saw my large dick and was shocked and closed the door, while closing the door, she gave a wickedly smile, which I observed and got very happy that she liked my dick and decided to act fast.That day after completing my bath, I went and sat on the sofa and my mom changed her dress into nighty (without bra) and came. Beth continued pushing the dildo in and out of her smooth wet pussy. It made wet slurping sounds as her juicy pussy enveloped the plastic as she pushed it in. Her breathing became shorter and her moans louder as she brought herself off in front of me. Beth's hands became a blur on her clit as she fucked herself with the dildo and with a loud long moan and shudder she obviously came.As Beth's breathing slowed to normal as she came down from her orgasm she reached over to me and pulled the. That's you in there, I thought. It's the you that you always were and always will be. It doesn't matter whose flesh you wear. If I had lived, if I were forty-two year old Paul, I would have been a very different person to the Paul who had gone under the neurosurgeon's knife. Would he have seen himself as a stranger in the mirror? We all change, moulded by the hands of time. It's just a question of degree.I ran a finger along the surface of the mirror, tracing the outline of my face. You.