But I figured this wasone of those times where a sports bra was more appropriate so I slipped ablack one on. I kind of liked having breasts, truth be...told. They werefestive.As I continued getting dressed I mused on how just a few days ago thissort of thing would have been un-thinkable to me. Everything was still alittle surreal, but I guess at this point I've accepted that I have amagical body-swapping bunk bed in my apartment, and that on some days I'min a female body. This was my reality. ”Tamara unbuttons her jeans and pulls them down to reveal black bikini brief panties and the smoothest thighs. A passage from the Evil Dead’s Necronomicon is tattooed neatly on one thigh, Marilyn Monroe is on the other. “How often does he have a woman?”“A couple of times a week. He could go every day if there was someone willing though. He’s got a couple of regular ‘friends’ who come to see him once or twice a month.”Tamara struggles to pull the legs of her jeans over her feet whilst standing. For a woman in her mid to late 30’s she had a firm and voluptuous body and I was very much in heaven to think I would be able to give her pleasure. I turned on the shower adjusting the water to a hot spray, then I took shampoo and washed and rinsed her hair which was fairly short. I then proceeded to lather every inch of her whole body with soap giving special attention to the breasts and the nipples, between the legs and up into the vaginal area and the buttocks giving a lot of attention to. "Ask for it," he said as he hit her tongue then her face with his cock. Helen looked at him. She did want it. She wanted it in her mouth. She wanted to feel it stretching the inside of her throat. "I want your dick," she said. She let out a small moan as Debra's tongue flicked against her clit. Helen leaned forward. "Beg for it," Leon said slapping her across the face with his dick once more. "Please," Helen moaned. Leon laughed as he stood up. Helen opened her mouth as he pushed it deep.