She remembered back to her Girl Scout days and how excited she had been when one of the other girls pretended to be a boyfriend and pulled them down w...th serious intent to feel her up all over her private parts.In all honesty, she was not one to question the gender of any admirer, because she had learned long ago that love was love no matter from whence or from whom it came.She pulled down her panties and inserted her favorite battery-operated boyfriend into her well-lubricated heart-shaped. Again the noise, what the hell is that, she wondered in her sleepy mind. She jumped up realizing it was her doorbell. Not thinking about what she had on she peeked through the peep whole to see who would be at her door in the middle of the night. ‘Holy shit!!!!!!!’ she rushed to unlock the door fumbling along. She threw her arms around her lover not believing that he was there. ‘I was so mad at you’ ‘Awwww baby, I wanted to surprise you’ He leaned down and claimed her mouth, in a possessive. Your brain is flexible, which is why you’ve been given this assignment, but it is still a strange feeling to be a about thirty centimeters shorter than you used to be. You try an experimental punch and frown at how weak it feels. The girl had practically no arm strength. Your tits threw off your balance somewhat as well. The girl also had long fingernails, which might make wielding a weapon awkward. You had had the last two nails on each finger replaced with super sharp fakes however. You try a. I could have blamed that if I wanted to. The bottom line is that I'm not looking for an excuse because it was the beginning of something beautiful for all of us. I thrive on sex. I need it regularly just to function normally. Actually it really doesn't matter how often I have sex because any erotic sight, sound, smell, taste, touch, or though has me wet and ready for more in a heartbeat. The problem with that is that I haven't had a steady sex life since my husband left me for a less sexually.