John couldn't move his eyes from the increasingly obvious and growingbulge. The lady, eyes filled with tears, finally cried out 'God help me! Idon't u...derstand!"Instinctively John closed the distance between them, and John then felt avery definite man's erection pressing through his pant's material onto hisvery sensitive new vagina. Knowing then flooded both Johnand Anna: Anna's new penis was pressed hard against John's new vagina, andtheir mutual feelings of anxiety and confusion were. The first bar she’d gone to had been mostly empty, and so Carlotta had sat and chatted to the bartender. He was short, a little bit dumpy - basically the exact opposite of her type.But she’d reminded herself that tonight wasn’t about finding true love, and so she’d turned up the charm - the young chef had giggled at all his jokes, batted her eyelids, and after enough time had passed that she didn’t feel like a slut for doing so, asked him to join her out the back for a cigarette.Carlotta didn’t. "She was obviously frightened. There was no way in hell this girl was concerned about her health. She was fit and she knew it. "You sure. It's a hot out there." I said. "Umm. Okay .... I guess." She agreed to get into my car. I could see she was feeling uncomfortable. I opened up the passenger door for her. She got in. My eyes instantly fixated on her milk white legs. She had scars; little cut marks. Was she a cutter? If so, this would be a hell of a lot easier. I could bring down. " He begun stroking his erection. “Say my name again, Keisha.” “I will do whatever you want, Tom,” Keisha purred as she aided him to release. They lingered on the phone, longing and wistful. Keisha had no idea what time it was when she finally drifted off to sleep. It was the most restful sleep she had in a couple days. She awoke with her iPhone next to her pillow and a stickiness between her legs -- a reminder of her late night phone conversation with Tom. Masturbating over the phone with Tom.