The first thing I pluck out is a pair of plain black cotton panties. I rub my fingers together, feeling the fabric. "Not sexy enough," I mutter to mys...lf. I dig further in and pull out a silky pink thong edged in lace. "Much better."I slide then gingerly up my legs and slip the back between my butt cheeks. My fingertips gently maneuver my balls back into my body. The lace nestles gently against the front of my stomach and hides my package quite well. My hand ventures back into the mound,. He holds his prick out in front of him as if he is trying to piss but nothing comes out. “You owe me.” He seems intimidated by the tone of my voice. I decide to take the bull by the horns. Or rather his horn. “What the matter? Doesn’t it work?” I taunt. His cock, already semi-erect stiffens in my hand. I pull him towards me by his cock. This is the final straw. He lunges at me. He is quicker, stronger and more determined than I expect. He pushes me against a tree and forces his lips. "Is there a reason you want me to have your face? I look abit ridiculous with these curves and your face." I slapped my new assfor emphasis. The heck is wrong with me? And why am I feeling bloated?"If you can't be you, then maybe I can. And you can be me. This way wedon't have to abandon our identities so soon. Think of my mom and yourparents, my sister and your brother." She paused. I have no idea what myexpression was. I had no idea how I was feeling at her request. "Sincemy face looks. I can't wait to see the rest of you."Her eyebrow rose. "You expect to see more?" Look at the time. He'll be here soon."He was right. So she didn't respond, instead, she got to work unbuttoning her silk blouse and tossed it to the side once it was off. She looked surprisingly calm standing there in her bra. And after a deep breath, she reached behind and unsnapped it, letting her bra fall. "Is this what you wanted to see?" she asked, putting her hands on her hips to model her bare chest.Bobby.