She lay back on my bed, supporting herself with one elbow and parted her slim legs. Her dark bush was seen in its full glory and in the low lighting I...could see a glistening slit. She slid the bottle over her mound, then down a little to her clitty before sinking it into her pussy. Her eyes closed at once and she was obviously enjoying herself. She moved slowly and I was entranced. I heard Dave moving and saw that he was now kneeling beside me with his hard prick in his hand and was jerking. " She started to reach her hand across the table, but dropped it. "I can't do that. I don't think I can look at you without wanting to scream. I..." She didn't finish her sentence; she just walked out. I was on the brink of tears when I felt myself standing up, running outside, around the cafe and opening her car door. "Seriously?" she breathed out before I cut her off with a kiss. She kissed me back. We were in the back parking lot of the cafe. It was pitch black out. I had to take the chance.. Later as the winter evening drew darker, Hoffman parked his car, an old model, scruffy pea green and not worth gathering the attention of anyone. Conspicuous in other words. Always conspicuous. He waited at the forecourt entrance for the one he needed to speak to. The heater in the car barely worked, but it provided some heat to take away the cold of the outside. He lit up a cigarette and noticed that the snow had stopped falling, watching the students pass by. He liked the young females and. " Why not?" Chris took a deep breath."Because, when I'm Pippa, I want to be Pippa and not a facsimile. I thinkabout having my facial hair zapped by laser so I don't have to shaveagain and admit that I have thought about the rest of my body in the sameway. I think about having real breasts and about having a real woman'sbody." Wow." Now the only way I can keep Chris real and Pippa fictitious is to keepthe fact that at the moment it's all novel (no pun intended); a bit likehaving a new toy, but.