Even though it would have completely ruined my life... it's scary!" How do you think you would have felt, if you had walked out of the locker room tha... way?" Oh, it would have been amazing!" Michelle answered quickly. But then she averted her eyes, embarrassed by her display of enthusiasm. She spoke in a low voice, "It's like being addicted to a d**g. I mean, I've never done d**gs, but I think it's the same. I know it's a bad thing, I know it's self-destructive, but even with all that...I. While moaning and cumming more and harder. It stayed erotic. Her sucking my dick while I finger her telling her, you want him to fuck you. I would fuck her from the side and she would suck my finger like a dick. I would say you like sucking his dick while I fuck you. We have been doing this for a year. She wanted to fuck another man. I thought it would be her married best friend or single best girlfriend. It would stay quiet that way. I told her soon and she said sure. We had a few drinks at. The house was brand new, no creaking or cracking, no need for WD-40 on the door hinges, her act was silent. Holly saw Julie straddling someone, a mans hands sliding up and down her bare back. Who is this guy? Holly thought. Ugh, this is wrong. I better go. Something caught Hollys peripheral vision as she turned to leave. Glancing back once more, she did a double take, and then covered her open mouth. Holly saw Julie, now lying on her back, running her hands up and down Julies sons torso and. One thing she was sure would not change, the hurt and anger she felt at the person who was now Michael. It never occurred to her to wonder why it was that she now thought of herself as Tasha, had since waking up. Why she thought of herself as female, and that other person, the person who was now Michael, as male. It was just as well that Michael-cum-Tasha retained her pragmatism, it didn't need examining as it just was, because not to far down that mental path lay potential madness and she was.