Both girls were discussing the size of their bosoms and talking about bras (they let me see them measuring their bib tits later), touching their bosom... and emphasising their cleavages, and then Miss Velvetina flashed Her stocking-top and that pushed me over the verge. I’d been standing there in my mac, open-mouthed as they talked about how big their tits were (their words) while I gawped with an erect penis straining in my wank-trousers under my mac. I had my hand in my pocket throughout, which. She moved towards the door of the inn, and I moved with her, out into the car park and then across to my car. I pressed the remote button to unlock it.I went to the passenger side to open the door for her. I know that this an old-fashioned and sexist thing to do, but she usually rewarded me as she swung her legs into the car with a glimpse of her panties fitting snugly round her pussy-mound, and even though I was so familiar with the sight of her panties, and the treasure they concealed, such a. " His eyes, my eyes, bored into me. "It eventually becomesautomatic."I frowned. "So that's why my speech has become ... strange, isn't it?And why certain things I used to do feel off and things I've neverdone before, like twirling my hair, seem natural?" I looked down atmyself. "I'm turning into this girl." No," he said, leaning forward. "You're not turning into her. It'sjust that parts of her are overwriting parts of you. Your memories ofbeing who you were aren't going to suddenly replaced by. In his room he picked up a couple of loose items and stowed them rapidly in a drawer… any drawer…pulled up his bedclothes, and was opening the curtains as she arrived, she had recombed her hair and as he suspected dabbed on a whiff of perfume, in her hand she clutched a white plastic bag which she threw down at the bedside. She closed the door quietly and as if a starting gun had sounded, they were off. Like the song…it started with a kiss, a hot lovers kiss, a kiss the like of which Tony had.