I jumped a little as he squirted a line of cold soap across my shoulders, and then melted with the sensation as his hands glided down my back, over th... soft curves of my hips, and down to my feet. As he worked his way back up my body, he slid his hands around to cup my soft breasts in his hands, pressing his hard cock against my butt as he did so. Screaming playfully, I swatted his hands away, “Now, now, you can play with those in a minute,” I scolded him. “Finish washing my back first.” Little. The next day I phoned the lads asking what was happening – yes she’s right they told me, but what she don’t know is there is only four beds available so granny will have to earn her bed for the night.The night before she went on holiday I called round to see her off and have a last fuck – the boys had been round and brought her some swim suits – talk about only covering the fundamentals – they just covered her cunt meat and a string between her arse – they told me I won’t need a bra she said –. You're in that same suburban apartment, and in the exact same bed and clothes you fell asleep in, but you are definitely not in the same body. This one is testing the limits of those clothes.After getting over the initial shock of finding your manhood replaced by a hole beneath a patch of fiery orange hair, you are now standing in front of your mirror, dumbfoundedly taking stock of the situation. While there's a little more room in the crotch of your boxer briefs, they look and feel ready to. He sat down by me and I told him the whole story.-Richard laughed. Poor Kathy, I couldn't believe my eyes, I came home early and heard strange noises, I was as surprised as you, at least I found out you're a real blonde.-you stared?Richard laughed-Kathy no man could help staring. He looked at the TV and said its like not staring at that, but don't feel ashamed I once had a girlfriend that also loved these movies, she loved the big.-I never knew there were guys like these.-Not all black men are.