One hand darted quickly to his groin and began to explore there as well. His old, familiar equipment was now gone, replaced with what felt like a per...ect female vagina. Jackson stepped from the chamber and walked through the medical bay, savoring the difference of each step. He could feel the bounce of his breasts with each step, and the sway of his now-larger hips was noticeable as well. He looked at his form in a mirror and was quite shocked by what he saw. Even though he had designed. Standing about ten feet in front of the FDC bunker and pointing an M-16 toward us was Corporal Tran. Tran was one of the Kit Carson scouts attached to the 101st. The scouts were mostly made up of North Vietnamese deserters who decided for whatever reason they were on the wrong side.Tran had pretty good English and sometimes acted as an interpreter when the infantry took prisoners or recovered documents from the enemy dead. He had taken shelter in our bunker a couple of times when we were being. As you started to go faster and harder my moans became louder, the bed was hitting the wall over and over again, and I knew the nosy neighbors would complain later. I could feel that I was getting closer to cumming all over you. You leaned down and kiss me hard and passionately. Your tongue slid past my lips and tangled itself with mine.. As I was laying in bed imagining you, my fingers were sliding in and out me faster and faster. I was so wet I could hear the wetness as I finger fucked. I do look into the future, you know." Isn't that unethical, using your supernatural gifts for personal gain?" Mick asked."I only did it once," Gaby protested. "Lots of people with extraordinary gifts use them for their own benefit. Why, Louis told me he used his illusion-casting ability sometimes when he was with the Mets, when it was the bottom of the ninth and he needed just one more strike to get the side out. He says it's OK as long as you don't overdo it." The last I heard, Louis Basilio.