We made eye contact and I gave her an approving look. She slowly thrust her finger into my hole.As she worked my cock with one hand she worked my hole...with the other. As started top open and gave myself to the finger fucking more and more she started to work another finger in. I moaned in appreciation. After a good few minutes of this fucking I looked up at her and asked with a wimpier, "More please." The expression that crossed her face was a mixture of shock and pure joy. She knew she had me. Landing?! She didn’t realize how fast time had flown by. Descending in the plane only made the butterflies in her stomach turn into a beating drum! As the wheels hit the runway, she could feel her palms sweating. She couldn’t wait to get off the plane, but on the other hand, it terrified her. As she walked off the plane she looked for the nearest bathroom. As she walks in she sees herself in the mirror. Looking, she barely recognizes herself! She’s pale, her mid-back length red hair looks a bit. Lisa nodded. Perhaps she wasn't convinced."Come in here, Bethany!" Carrie called."Is a wine cooler O.K.?" Lisa asked."Please," I said. I listened to my voice as I said this. For somereason, I had turned that one-syllable word, "please", into a two-syllable that sounded like a question, modifying a simple statementexpressing my wishes into a passive pleading. I looked down at the flatfront of my slacks and sighed."Bethany!" the other girls were calling"Are you sure you're O.K.?" Lisa asked. Is this weird, or what? Here he was, Phil, playing with his wife's tits, but he was the one feeling what she was feeling when she was in this body. It would probably feel better with someone else's hand doing the touching. He took another feel of these breasts, so far still firm, that were shaped and sized like large apples and felt so good in the fingers of a hand that was wrapped around them. Phil had felt these breasts many times, and he loved the way they felt. He pulled down his panties.