" I'm so glad. I was so worried. I mean, come on. I even wanted to go toa strip club," Amanda exclaimed. "Uh, those places are so degrading to women,"...Nick responded in adisgusted tone. "Oh, I wish I had that on tape." Enough of this. We have to tell mom."Amanda nodded and followed Nick down the hallway. He walked over to hismother and said, "When Grandma exchanged our bodies again, she alsoexchanged are umm... preferences." What?" Natalie asked. "Let's see. How do I explain this? I want to. Almost violently, he began driving his pecker, slamming his torso back and forth. Her entire body shook and bounced with each thrust. “Oh my god! Oh! Oh! Oh!” Karla’s loud cries announced her extreme pleasure. “It’s so big!” The slap of the skin to skin collisions reverberated around the room but were occasionally drowned out the slapping Karla’s reddened ass cheek. Asmodeus pulled his cock from her soppy snatch, a long string of sticky cum hanging between the end of his cock and her shiny wet. I'd come back, and it would be almost like old times--except it would be Mike laying Mel on her back and fucking her instead of Allie with a cucumber or something. Then I would go back into my room and jerk off, not wanting either of them to know I was into the new situation. And really, I wasn't, The erections I got from seeing them together were a depraved, shameful sort of thing for me, a hardship of my biology.The only time I ever got to touch Mel was when she and Mike invited me into their. 44 revolver swiveled in my direction, and I watched helplesslyas the unseen assailant pulled the trigger...The Summer of Sam, New York's terrible trauma, was now myrecurring nightmare. Why did I keep imagining myself to be one ofthe victims? As I leafed through the contemporary reports of thekillings and the investigation, I felt like I had been theresomehow, during those hot summer nights in 1977, even though thatwas the year that I was born. On July 16th, the same day that twoof the killings.