We told him we were friends. He was 38 years old and not involved as it turned out. After a while he suggested we take a walk down Duval Street and do...a little bar hopping. We spent the next few hours hitting the bars, listening to music, and people-watching. It was a nice mesh of personalities, and very fun. We ended up at Two Friends, another Jazz bar, just off of Duval Street. After a few minutes there he suggested we all go to his place for drinks and a swim in his pool. My friend said she. My cheek moved near her ear as I whispered to her, talking of the ducks on the pond and speculating over which of the student couples might be lovers. My hormones moved into overdrive…. being so close to her… but not knowing if she was just being polite to a nice older man… or perhaps anything more. I became quiet in trying to figure exactly where I stood… and she noticed and seemed uncomfortable. I finally said, ‘Can I walk you back to your room?’ and with a sweet dreamy smile she said ‘Yes.’. Her right knee, on the bottom, pressed against the seat underneath and her left resting on her husbands legs. She moved her mouth closer and began a slow sucking to Ted's cock head and felt her husbands fingers in her pussy. Hutch inserted two fingers into her, then three. He unbuttoned her blouse and pulled it out of her skirt. He put his hand under her bra moving it up around her neck to squeeze her breasts. Ted tilted the steering wheel up and his right hand joined Hutch's at Marsha's. I was strong, powerful, and large. I was a hulking figure with a confidence that followed. How was it that my thoughts, feelings, and beliefs were overtaken with his? I now possessed all of his knowledge, skill, talents, and confidence. I AM he. However, how could this be? The more I let go, the less my life as that girl seemed to exist. I must hang on to it, though, if I am to help him out of his predicament. He mustn?t get lost in my old life. I?m sure he will without help. I wonder how much.