Joan rose out of her chair, and because of her "condition" was allowed to go to the head of the line. As she approached the Mexican customs agent she ...oticed the armed police that patrolled the departure area. She shuffled up to the passport station and handed her passport over to the customs agent. He looked through the pages of her passport, stamped it with an exit visa and handed it back to her."Headed home Mrs. Mertz?" the Mexican official asked in heavily accented English."Ah yes I am.. She kept doing this and squeezing at my ball sacs. I just couldn’t control myself. I placed my hands on the back of her head, urging her to take every inch of me down her throat. Devi was making the most erotic slurping noises you could imagine. She got me harder than i could recall in a long time.She eventually pulled off of my stiff prick and stood up. Off came her shirt. She loosened her petticoat & out of every stitch of clothes she had. I was surprised at her body. For someone her age, she. I was comfortable as either of my personae, butincreasingly I was happier as Ingrid. She was more real to me now; Stevehad become just play-acting.Also when I joined my old friends as Steve I found I didn't fit in. Ididn't enjoy boozing and talking about football, and I was rubbish at videogames now too. Yes, it was partly being out of practice, but mainly I justcouldn't take it seriously anymore. I found I was comparing myself - myIngrid self - with the pneumatic damsels in distress we. I fucking loved it yesterday, it was some of the best sex I’ve ever had, and you are one very sexy woman. Of course I want to see you again – I haven’t stopped thinking about you. In fact I’ve been planning when we can get together, if you want to of course”“I do……….when can I see you then”“Well, Sharon goes to yoga on a Tuesday night with her mum – she’s usually gone for about 2 hours, and then she’s going on holiday for a week with her parents in August” “That sounds great. Is there any.