I would have liked to have been there when she died, to hold her hand, despite her ... well despite everything.”“You mean her religious views?”�...�Yes, but not just that. She ... she was strong on discipline. Very strong.” Joan sat down and waved at Jack to sit to. What was coming had to be explained properly, not as an off-the-cuff conversation. “When I was fifteen, Theresa was too. We got on well, I was allowed to see her a lot, even though she wasn’t in the same church. Theresa lived down the. What was left? There was no way to get back to my own body without avoluntary or involuntary swap. If there was no way back then that meantI was stuck like this. I was stuck in this fat, cow-titted bitch. Well,maybe not. I was fat, sure, but I could lose weight. I could get my big,round ass to a gym for possibly the first time and work these extrapounds off. With any luck my tits might shrink down too, hell I mighteven be able to see my feet!I frowned at the prospect of exercise, it was going. Even so, she could tell that the action was not exactly the same as a man's prick would give; she could feel the tool pulling away from her own pussy whenever she attempted to extract it from Doreen's cunt and prepare for another thrust. She had to exaggerate her thrusting movements but quickly found that she could almost duplicate the cockthrusts of a man. Doreen gave no indication at all that she had other than joyous reactions to her attempts at acting a man's part in the fucking. She. I got to the corner a few minutes early, and they soon showed up. Randall looked at me and said, “It’s a good thing you were here early boy. Now follow us to our house where we have a good place to talk.” It was only a five minute walk to their home, and we went in through the garage and out into the back yard. They had an old shed that must have been previously been used for garden tools and storage, and the boys had converted it into a kind of clubhouse getaway where they hung out with their.