"I've had this fantasy, butI don't want it to be permanent. I do want to change back into myselfwhen it is over." "Understood, Master," said Abir. ... "I've dreamed of becoming a woman, but a very sexy fantasy woman.You know, long legs, swishy hips, huge chest. A very extremely bimboishwoman. Does this make sense?" "Oh, certainly," Abir replied. "You wish to become an object ofsexual desire. Beautiful and alluring, but not permanent. I can easilydesign such a body for you. Any other. I'm all settled into my bag, which is very warm then it happens and I complain. Stacy asks what's wrong and I respond to Stacy's question, "I need to make pee."Stacy yawns and answers, "Well go make pee. I'm not stopping you but I'm not coming with you to hold your hand."I grumble as I unzip my bag, slide out into the cold night air, pick up my boots and shake the hell out of them in case a snake or something crawled inside one of them, put my boots on and ask, "Stacy, where should I make. With that, he begins to buck into me faster, with the force of a hurricane. My body revels in the onslaught of the storm he brings to me. I am not a noisy lover, but I can not help but moan in delicious anticipation of an orgasm. I feel the veins on his cock engorge even more, if that is possible. That sensation of those engorged veins sliding into my tight hole is a feeling that I can't find words to describe. It is a tingling, that starts somewhere deep in my soul. I know that it is. She texted me already and our conversation was like belowShe: good morning baby. Me: happy morning my sweet ass.She: what doing bab, had your bf ha ?Me: nope baby am so tired and still fighting with my bed.She: baby still its itching under my stomach, I think my vagina needs your penis again one whole day ;)Me: hey naughty, then let’s begin our next sex war today night itself.She: okay baby, I will get fresh up and come to your flat in d eve.Me: that sounds good, come soon asap. Ba bye my sweet.