) she started aaaaah hmm um… .Really my dick is already hard and its poking her asss crack and we changed into 69… I loosen my short’s and she�...s slipped her capri …. Heaven hole is on my face and aroma was made me drive crazy… its wet and yummy taste… I love to eat pussy for hours… its her one of the favourite too.We did 69 almost 40mins she was sucking my dick and made me feel in heaven…. We both drank our love juices and cleaned ourselves and slept at 2am.Early hours I felt like someone is. And..." Ashely continued as she looked me up and down again, "you don'tdress like Wanda.I panicked a bit. All I could say was, "Cut it out, Ashley! I'm changingmy style. You should try it too. Things change!" "Yes, things havechanged, that's my point," Ashley said, glaring at me. Before I couldsay anything else, Ashley said, "You are Len, aren't you! You are Lentrapped in Wanda's body!" Screw you, you bitch!" I responded with a vigor that caught Ashley offguard. She stepped back, but then. I began to raise her t-shirt. She caught hold of it. I could see her waist line, but she held onto her tee firmly, determined not to let me view any more. I pinched the sides of her waist, the areas where her bare skin was exposed. She reacted as if I made her dance on a hot pan. But she still refused to let go of her tee. I changed tactics and grabbed both her buns and squished it like a water balloon. The ‘aah’s were turning into short moans. She tried to push my hand away. This was what I. But I zee it is zis which catches your eye?"I nodded, firmly."Zo. You like it simple. You 'ave the eye of a Beau Brummel. I see vat we 'ave to do." Beau Brummel? I thought he was the great Pre-crash dandy, from the nineteenth century or sometime like that. But wasn't he very ornate; I thought he was famous for leading the fashion world at the time?" Eighteenth century, mon ami. And no, 'e was ze one who turned zem away from frills to pure design. His style was austere, 'is only colour, black;.