“A filthy spirit possessing my lover.”Angela leaned down. Her lips nipped at my neck. Our breasts pressed together, our nipples brushing, shooting...delight down to my pussy. A hot, frothy mess churned in my depths. I bucked up into her thrusts, rubbing my clit into Angela's pubic bone.“Every time I climax, I come closer and closer to transforming your Angela into my body.” She nipped my ear. “I'll make her into a man. A handsome, strong man that all the maidens will sigh over.”“No,” I panted. I. At the end of my ‘date’ with Chloe, we walked from the café for a while. I thought about inviting her to the flat warming party, yet I was Elodie’s guest. Our brief walk to the Metro station was pleasant, she was pleasant, and when it came to part, I did not kiss her. My mind jumbled, I folded, and chose to postpone such a big step.Watching the man and woman chatting, the notion of fidelity made me baulk. This straitjacket, this cultural conformity would make me choose; I feared it.I liked. I really should have got it by then, but I hadn't.Michael took me by the hand, in a rather boy-friend-like manner - I wondered at the time what his demeanour meant. But I was mistaken. It was not that. He led me out of the dressing room into a small corridor and along, through another door."We never show clients this. The control room. Since you are here for a look-round as well, you need to see how everything fits together."George Williams was there, sat in front of a small console and a. “It’s true,” Mel confirmed. “But it’s much more than that.”“I love hearing these stories. What happened?”Jackie said, “She was sweet, but naive. And we became family. It was different in our day.”“She’s right. She taught me the game, showed me love, gave me discipline,” Mel shared.“You see, this one,” Jackie pointed. “She was real smart. Smarter than most folks twice her age. She just needed to know the streets. I wanted her to be more than me.”“That’s not fair, muh-vah,” Mel protested.“Nice!.