The last few spurts of her creamyjizz rippled into his mouth; the congealed jizzum pooling in his cheeks.When her cock was completely spent, Alexandra...pulled it free.Thick strands of semen connected her fat glans and the bottom of hershaft to the human fuck doll's face. His stomach protruded slightly, abelly full of cum bulging through his pink, latex suit. He swabbed thewhite sludge around his mouth, tasting it thoroughly as he inhaled freshair, then swallowed it down his sewer-like. While HE still could, the former man launched his new body, lying in repose, toward where his expanding and contracting memory told him the bathroom to be. The outrageously alien sensations of movement became familiar and comfortable with each step in flight.The mirror told him all why the voice, and now the body, was so familiar to him. It . . . he . . . she was the stripper that danced for him last night. She said that her name was Angel, no doubt a stage name, and that she was half. Do you know the power you have over me? I can't help but let my hands move where yours should be. Water cascades down me, making my fingers glide easily over my body. It's your hands moving over me, your body I want so much. My fingers find my hard nipples. I gently brush over them, both hands moving together. My hands cup my breasts, my fingers close around my nipples. Swaying a bit, I massage them, heightening my already growing arousal. Pinching my nipples, I squeeze them hard feeling the. And she certainly wouldn't be mailing you anything. As you ride the elevator to our room, you recall how I insisted that you tell a trusted friend where you were going, and who you'd be with. As directed, you wrote the information on plain paper, sealed it in an envelope, and gave it to ______. And you made it very clear to her that you'd be home in three days to collect the envelope - UNOPENED. She looked at you quizzically, and asked: "Ohh..a hot date? Or are you a CIA spy?" But she.