Your lady is sitting someplace where she won't come to any harm. We go for a ride in my car and talk to someone. You get to see her." Talk?" Talk." Th...t still sounds hazardous to my health. Why don't they just give me a phone call? You've got my number." Another woman turned into the aisle pushing a trolley that held enough shopping to feed a small army for a month."Excuse me," she said pushing between us and picking up a twelve pack of beer before walking on.I watched as she disappeared around. I decided as I trusted Jessica to let her first hear me. "Hiya you looknice Jessica" I said. Who is that with you Gary? Is this a joke, who'sthe women? I slowly walked backwards so now Jessica could see me fully."That's never you," Jessica said as I looked straight at my mobile phone."It's me Jessica, I'm now Abigale," I replied. "You're in London having adress up day by yourself and somehow manage a girl's voice, you're not ina women's body, are you?" Jessica said. I undid my blouse and. "Mmmmm!" My comment.When she giggled, I moved lower, a moist goal in mind. Brief stop at her navel, a delightful innie that brought a peal of giggles when I tongued it. I moved through pubic hair, soft, fragrant, growing more musky with every second. The beginning of her slit, gateway to a little bit of heaven.The girl DOES get wet. Deliciously, luxuriously, sumptuously wet. And happy. And breathless. And responsive. Her hands, fingers, touched the back of my head, caressing, pushing, guiding. We dance apart at first, then she gets closer, tingles her hands in mine and does a 180 and is now grinding her butt on my crotch, shaking side to side, singing some of the words, the chorus comes and she gyrates on me, my dream was coming true, its gets better, she grinds hard because my back is against the stove, she has her arms in the air and my hands are on her hips, her friends from the door way are cheering her on as she still sings while grinding her shiny booty on me. At this time I'm.