What do you want, Kate? Wha... What can I do? For you?" Well, let me show you."And she kissed him. It wasn't his first kiss. He had managed that, alre...dy. One girl had kissed him, once. But this time... Could they actually go further? Here? Right in the bed of a couple he had never met?She said:"Let's try again."And she kissed him again. This time, he kissed her again. And, when he broke the kiss, she said:"Well, a least you know how to kiss. Not bad. You have a nice mouth, do you know that?". An occasional street performer tried to get in some money for himself, but was not always successful. Paul emerged from the subway station and looked around - a mime caught his attention. He had always hated them and their stupid performances, so this one would perform for the last time today. With sure steps, he strode over to the performer in white and black clothes, and stood before him for a few moments. The mime artist was dazzled by the buff martial artist in front of him, and so, began. This just isn't right. Me having your brain, while you have mine." Actually Jason, I don't think we've physically traded brains," she said. "Though I know that was the wording of my wish. But if we had, there would've been all sorts of problems involving incompatible tissue and blood types. I suspect that somehow we supernaturally had key areas of each other's long-term memory encoded on one another's brains. That's why you know that you're still Jason Roark, and I know I'm still Steph. “Wait a minute.” It seemed liked hours and then the text appeared on the screen. “Dropped spoon and bent over. Tit came out of my bra. He can see my nipple.” I almost exploded. She stated he continued to rub himself as she played with her pussy and let him see her tits once in a while. “Give him a good look at your pussy.” I commanded. Minutes later the text arrived. “I am letting him watch me finger myself. “Is he close enough to get a good look at your mound and lips?” “Yes,.