As Ashlee always did, she tasted sweet against his tongue. As Greg moved lower down her neck, he felt the vibrations from her throat as she moaned dee...ly. The moan got louder as he moved his hand and slipped it inside the cup of her bra to feel one of her plump round breasts. It did not bother him that it was now slightly older and did not have the firmness it once hand. Greg could still feel Ashlee’s medium-sized breast react in the same way as if it were younger. Ashlee leaned her head back. She was up there in years, but her moneymaker was still operating on all eight cylinders. She must have been a real hell-raiser when she was younger. The mature woman had some real staying power. A lot of the Irish girls had that trait and they could handle a lot of loving without getting tired or turned off. It was one of the things that attracted him to the Conte girls next door who were only half Irish but it must have been the half below the waist.He still had to watch his act around the. .I want to be a girl.....Maybe you can send me home, but you can't sendme back a girl, can you?"Dorothy had a thoughtful look on her face. "Hey, Danny, I'm not going to makeany promises, but remember where you are? A land of magic! If anyone can helpyou, Glinda can!"------That night, Danny went to bed in the softest, most comfortable bed he hadever imagined. Despite that, he found it hard to sleep; Ozma had agreed tosummon Glinda, the witch of the north; although like Dorothy, she made. Denise would be asleep soon, in bed. For a brief moment, she lost her grip and he leapt into her thoughts, seconds before she would have stepped out of the tub. Her body tensed as she closed her tear ducts from letting go more than that first drop, rolling down her cheek. Perhaps, her fingers even briefly trailed her tender parts, but she kept those fingers collared and chained. To deny herself pleasure, she felt, made her one with that universe that she tried harder and harder to blink, as the.