“Would you like to have a pre-concert dinner in town? I can book.”She would like.I heard nothing from Penny over the weekend, and the post was ear...y on Monday without a letter from her. I certainly was not going to write, but I had an idea. I wondered if this Monday would be a repeat of the first, so on a whim, I took my expensive modern camera with its telephoto lens and was outside her house by 5 o”clock.At 5.15 there they were, walking hand in hand to her house. There was a kiss at the door,. However, his smaller size allows me to adapt and handle this increasing depth and tempo eventually. I find a way to time my breathing around his strokes, and it becomes easier to control any gagging reflex I experience. The feel of Matt's cock pulling almost out of my mouth and then forcefully pushing deeply back in is beginning to drive my own passions, so I start using my tongue to add to his sensations on each stroke. My eyes are closed, concentrating on accomodating Matt when I hear. Not even her name. There hadn't been any money oridentification on this body when I'd woken up in it. She might havehad a purse, but if she did, I hadn't seen it at the lot, nor had Ieven thought to look for something like that. Now, I regretted that,since it would have been nice to know who I was supposed to be.After a minute, I turned away from the mirror and left my bathroom.However, my thoughts remained on the question of who I was now. Ididn't know anything about this body, the person. “Go fix me a drink. You know what I like,” is all she says to me. I get up, wipe the wrinkles off my clothes, and saunter off to the kitchen. I pull a glass from the cupboard, add two ice cubes from the freezer, and grab the tequila—top shelf, straight—before pouring her two fingers worth and returning to the bedroom.She waits for me there, sitting in the soft chair in the corner of the room, her legs crossed, one foot bobbing up and down impatiently. I hand her the glass which she holds.