Are these my boobs?!"Then it hit me. Somehow I had lost control of my body! Something ...no, someone possessed me, gaining control of my body?Who cou...d it be? Samantha Hoist? But this is not her body!(and how?)I could feel all the movement in my body. I could even feel all thefeelings running through my head. But somehow I could not grab the wheeland steer this body anymore.(This is mad. Definitely have to abort the mission)"My phone! Where's my cellphone!" suddenly I heard Samantha/me. I suddenly found myself doing the unthinkable… grazing my fingers on her breast and looking for her nipple. I tried to be as silent and discreet as possible, thinking I could always say it was accidental if it woke her up… And wake up she did after fifteen minutes, and said she was sorry but needed her beauty sleep, kissed me on the cheek and went up to her room. I cleared what was left of our pizza and washed the glasses and decided to go up and sleep too. The thoughts of my daughter couldn’t. I don’t mind that. In fact I love it. Every night since I met her I’ve told her hat I love it. I’ve told her, to build up her self confidence, that I absolutely love it. She is sweet. She seems, and is, really, really nice, and yeah, okay…she is a good ten years younger then me too. That doesn’t matter. Erin is a great person who is affectionate beyond belief. She loves being held. I love putting my arms around her. I love being able to pull her into me, at night, so that she can feel my “not. He felt a couple ofquick stings, one in each cheek."Just a vitamin supplement to prevent colds and a flu shot. Hold yourbreath."Carl felt the doctor's lubricated finger enter his asshole, clenchinghis muscles unconsciously. Unexplainedly his cock jumped and he closedhis eyes trying to relax. The doctor began a rhythmic motion in and outand Carl actually felt himself pushing back against the doctor's fingerthrusts. Too soon it was done and Carl felt a vague disappointment;although he was.