"How could you possibly know that?" I spoke before I thought and couldn't take it back."When you stood up and turned towards me, as you got out of the...car, something just told me that you were like me, and I had to know. I had to KNOW..." She was quiet for a few moments."I was thirty-one years old and living in New York City, when I fell asleep driving home from working twenty-four straight hours on a project at work. I woke up in the body of a ten year old girl. She was killed in an auto. "Bob's response to this was complicated. What he thought of as the unsavory aspect of all this could not be avoided. But at the same time, even though he hadn't thought consciously about it, part of his mind had been mourning the fact that he "couldn't have sex with Kendra for a while." Since she had come into his life, he'd been in a state of more or less constant arousal. All he had to do was look at her, clothed or not, and he wanted to feel her body next to his. It seemed like he was hard. “It’s all my fault,” he said, raising his arms in fake surrender, “I’ve been detaining her unnecessarily, and I apologise.” The girl turned to leave, but not before the old man left her with something to consider.“I’m happy to let you think it over, miss. Maybe run it by some of your colleagues. I’m easy to find, I don’t move far or fast these days,” he said to her back, as she paused before leaving. As she disappeared, I raised my glass in the old man’s direction with a. With taste of cum still fresh on her tongue, she felt immense pleasure with each rub. She couldn't keep it suppressed anymore, she slipped a finger into her pussy and increased her speed. She could feel it building inside her, a monster waiting to roar. She was in seventh heaven, panting and moaning under her breath she could feel the bed shaking slightly as she writhed in pleasure, her eyes closed, she could imagine herself surrounded by cocks. Each cock giving her a massive cumshot, she.