I could still smell the musk in the air from the delicious creature on my left – a musk now well mixed with the smell of slowly drying semen that wa...ted from my sleeping bag. Thankfully Lisa was asleep and the smell would be gone in the morning. I pulled my hands upward from my sides, breaking a thin, slick crust of partially dried semen where my cum-stained fingers had bonded to the natural fibre of the sleeping bag, and crossed my hands defensively on my chest. I felt a chill. My eyes scanned. He could see the red numbers of a clock across the room showing 3:17. Then he realized that he was not wearing his glasses; how the hell was he seeing across the room?He threw the covers off and went to sit up. Again, something was not right. The pain that usually accompanied moving was not there. He felt great, his back did not hurt, his throat did not hurt, he moved smoothly, lightly and easily. His hand went to his body and he realized he was different, much thinner, and much firmer. He. “Mmmm. I love your naked body,” I groaned as I pulled her shorts off to reveal that she wasn’t wearing panties. “Nope, not naked,” she smiled at me. She flashed her rings in my face. “Never going to be naked again.” “Good, because you look the best when you have those rings on. Never take them off.” “Never.” She lay down on top of me, and began kissing me again. As she did, her hands deftly unbuttoned the my shirt, as it slid off of my body. She slid her body down to my pants, and unbuttoned. " Okay, let's get some food and figure out a plan for our tour. The views are exciting. It's like nothing I had ever seen in Maine. Not that I had seen that much even in Maine."We did that and mapped out a tour for the next day. There were no more rumbles through the night. We rose in the morning and had breakfast and coffee. We went outside and back in quickly. We both shivered. It was unexpectedly cool. I went online and checked the weather. It never gets hot here! At least, it's not hot in.