What I needed -besides my fingers deep in some cute girl?s twat- was to clear my head.I needed to come up with a plan, I needed to decide what I was g...ing todo with the thing.I mean, there were so many ways I could use it to make sex moreinteresting. Did I give myself a guy?s dick? Did I try out a guy?sbody? Maybe I could find a guy I liked and trade parts around onto himso that he was the ultimate sex machine, perfectly in tune with myneeds? Or maybe I could use it to engage in some truly. I filled the sink with cold water and plungedmy whole head in. The only comfort was that I knew that the nightbefore had been the craziest of my life. It was a night that we wouldbe sure to talk about for the rest of our lives. Except maybe not Greg.He might want to forget all about it.It had started out as a joke, but maybe it had gone a little too far.It was just that the ladyboys at the bar had been going on about howbeautiful Greg's hair was. Greg had long, thick, dark brown hair, andhe. He tore at them like they were paper and dropped them to the floor. An index finger quickly found the wetness seeping from my vagina as he slid it between my lips. I was trembling. My body had instinctively given my desires and lust away as it had done so countless times in my past. Obviously sensing my craving to be impaled upon his throbbing Black muscle his powerful arms went under my legs and he raised me up like a doll. As he lowered me I could feel the head of his cock separating my lips. Not just in the face either, everything looked cloned.)I am not sure why I didn’t think of Lizzy sexually at first. I mean, I certainly had noticed her and thought she was beyond attractive. It seemed she was very focused on career and family without much room for anything else. She was also very smart and logical (Lots of women are smart but can’t always couple that with reason, very rare to find!) So, I guess when I put it all together, I just considered her on the completely unavailable.