In my dreams, Simon says 'Shagme' and I shag him cause I have to, but this isn't a game, it?s real andit?s lust. But of course, in my dreams, I don't...have the penis. I have breasts thatbeckon Simon like the straight guy he is, earrings be damned. I've done shit with gay guys before, but it feels blurry and vague andnot right. The fact that my tough looks have me being the top. I wantto be entered; I want to be the landlord, not the tenant.I want to have breasts and a vagina and the lips. Added to that, the sensation of being stretched, invaded, made her feel more female than at any time in her life. She wasn’t only being fucked — she was being impaled, and it put her on an adrenaline high. Her thighs tensed as she raised herself. As the cock slid out of her it felt as though it left a void, stirring yet more alien and acute sensations. She looked down, seeing the shiny shaft protruding from her distended lips. It looked obscene — and, to her, glorious. She lowered herself. With a sharp ding! the elevator arrives and a couple formally dressed exits while eyeing us speculatively. He pushes the button for the 19th floor where our car is parked and we start to climb to the top of the high rise. Feeling naughty, I unzip his fly and caress and encourage him to rise. Unexpectedly, we hear a ding! and realize we're stopping on the 5th floor. I quickly turn around and stand in front of him to hide his erection. He wraps his arms around me and puts an innocent smile. John walked into the treatment room and sat down in the chair. He had isrobe only loosely tied around him - exposing his bare chest and panties. Lori had the chair sitting upright facing the mirror. She began to runher fingers through John's hair, pulling it back away from his face."What do you think of your new hair style?" she asked."I like it a lot," John replied. "Very cute." Maybe we can pump up the blonde highlights a bit and give you some more?" That sounds great," John replied! .