As soon as Cindi stepped into Amy's body and disappeared, Amy disappeared also. No Amy, no Cindi. I didn't have the slightest idea what was happening....t was almost comical. Little Miss Smarty-Pants Julie, the know-everything Scribe and whatever, whoever else she was, stood there, mouth open, jaw hanging, eyes wide in disbelief, staring at the hole in the air that most recently was Amy and Cindi."What's going on, Julie? What the hell was that?" I asked.Julie tried to speak three times before. As I walked into her living room/bedroom most of her friends were leaving with the exception of one guy who obviously fancied her and her friend Jill who was crashed out drunk on the sofa. Roxy sat on on the floor and leaned against an armchair and as she did so her dressing gown opened slightly and the view I got suggested she was wearing nothing underneath. She told me to grab a beer and gestured for me to sit down next to her and we became engrossed in conversation and the guy who had. I bought some ice cream on the way home and we went home. After we reached home, she calmly went into the master bedroom and bathed. I had another bathroom, where I bathed, put on my boxers and went it.I was lying on bed, with ice cream on the side table and she came as i said. She came onto the bed crawling and looking at me seductively and slept beside me. Now I went on top of her and kissed lips and neck. Then I went to her feet and start kissing way up till I reached her thighs. Now I open. That was it; neither of us could hold it any longer. All at once, I watched as his pale neck began to flush bright pink against the white of his polo-shirt, as he sharply breathed-in through his nose and clasped his eyes tight shut and I felt a series of rhythmic throbs in my hand as he came in his silky shorts. Volumes he seemed to pump, through the fingers of my hand; twice, three, four, five, six, seven times he came as he let out an involuntary cough to mask what was probably really a gasp..