This perky little ball of life is bilingual, where the other two speak broken English.Maggie's eyes sparkled a seductive innocence. Her lips were per...ectly formed with just the right amount of poutiness. My gaze clung to every word that rolled off her luscious lips. The top button on her uniform was undone, showing off the tops of her perky, medium sized breasts, and her skirt was short and fashionable, not bulky like her workmates.Sparks flew as our eyes first met. We shared a moment of. Fuck me, Daddy… Fuck me!”Her requests turned me on even more. I spit on her wetness one last time before I insert myself in her.“Oh, fuck, Daddy… Oh, shit!” she moaned, as I started fucking her with a moderate tempo from behind. I grabbed her buxom breasts from behind and started kissing her. She bit her lip when I started to play with her brown medium-sized nipples. When that happened, I rubbed on her wet tight treasure and said:“Taste my finger. Taste it…”She tasted it, sucking it sensually. It was morning! I found a clock on themantle over the fire place. It was eight thirty on a Sunday morning andI was in a strange house, in a strange part of town with a couple thatwas also very strange. When I thought back to the memory transferexperiment, and how all it was supposed to do was swap a few memoriesbetween Carol and me, and now here I was in a woman's body, letting acouple of perverts stick artificial cocks into my vagina and ass, and,screw me all night long.I stood up on tired and. I'm glad to be back. We had a wonderful time, but it's good to be home."Mary and Ken settled at the table for the meeting."The big thing is the Introduction," Anne began. "Heather?" So far, everything seems to be going all right. We have plenty of stock for all the things we're going to show, and production is under way. Alex will pass among you with proofs of the catalog we'll be distributing. The meeting rooms and our bedrooms are set in the hotels. We've hired a Road Manager, who seems to be.