I reached the closet door,and with one hand I slowly opened it.There stood Brad. He was naked.Candace’s voice drifted up from behind the back of...thecouch. “Happy birthday.”He was gorgeous. His body was perfectly formed,muscular but not extreme, with just the tiniest traceof love handles. He had short black hair, and hardeyes. His chest was broad and flat, with only a littlehair, which thinned to a tiny stripe down to his bellybutton. Then there was his cock–it was huge,. He hurriedly packed his bag and, without waiting forbreakfast, paid his bill and rushed out to his little pink car. "Allthese strange events started when first set off driving you" he mussed."But that is ridiculous; a mechanical object such as a car couldn'tproduce the changes I have been experiencing. It must be someone playingtricks on me; just wait until I find out who it is!"George turned out of the car-park fully intending to take the Londonroad but this was blocked by a diversion sign.. " Shesaid. "I love who you are, Erica, but this new you is much moreattractive. I want my pet. Tell me yes, pet. Tell me you'll let meshow you how wonderful it is to be a woman." With that, she thrust thestrap-on into my pussy. I arched my hips to meet hers, moaning at thefullness deep inside me. In that moment, I wanted what she was givingme. I wanted pleasure. I wanted to be owned. I wanted this.How could I say no?As she plowed into me again and again, I tried to think of what. But I couldn’t resist it today; my favourite band played their hearts out on stage and I wanted the rush. I pushed forward into the crowd trying to get as close as I could. Closer to the stage the throng got denser. I had bodies pressed up against mine on every side and the mass moved as one entity. I threw my arms up and moved with it. Sweat dripped off Kez and his shirt ripped as someone fell backwards and grabbed him to keep upright. "Sod it,” he said, stripped the shirt off and let it drop.