Peggy saw Grace’s tits rising: and falling swiftly as Grace gazed with smoldering eyes at the flesh under her white-skirt.Grace stopped speaking in ...id-sentence and just stared under Peggy’s skirt.“Lick me,” Peggy said, her voice very low and husky.Grace made no reply.She repeated it again. “Lick me, Grace.”Grace lifted her eyes to Peggy’s, her tongue moving over her bottom lip. “I beg your pardon?” Grace said in a breathless voice.“I want you to lick me,” Peggy said once more, pulling her. "Yeah, I've been toying with the idea of backpacking around Europe before I get too old," I replied."You do sail, don't you?" Yeah, I've done a fair bit, mostly little craft." Any big stuff, out at sea?" Well, I've crewed on some big racing yachts on occasions, yeah. Mostly on the south coast. Why the interest?" Well, there's this guy. He's bought this ketch rig motor-sailor. Sort of cross between a cabin cruiser and a proper yacht. Anyway he's asked me to sail the thing down to Med for him,. " She started unfastening his belt and uniform pants and her was opening her top his pants dropped down from the weight of the equipment on his belt and she pulled his shorts down and he opened her bra. She said OMG as his huge black popped out and she started stroking it and he was massaging her white breasts with one hand and had her skirt raised squeezing her white ass with the other. He asked if it was bigger than mine and she said "oh god yes, much bigger. He said that is what he wanted. "I remember when I was a little girl, I would wonder what itwould be like to be a boy. So far, I like it!" She turned to me andasked, "Tell me, Steve, how do you like being a girl? Did you like whatI did to you? I think we can have a lot of fun while we carry out thisexperiment in role reversal. Don't forget, you agreed to stay this wayuntil tomorrow."I spoke, in my soft, feminine voice, "I never intended for the machineto cause a complete mind swap. This is all an accident. It was onlysupposed.