At least that was one thing I wouldn't have to deal with yet.Hopefully, I'd be back in my rightful body before I'd need to come backhere. That just le...t me with a few things I needed to do before Ronishowed up.First of which was a shower. Just looking down at my new chest had metorn between raging curiosity and crazy nerves. What guy could resistgetting this kind of up close look at a girl's body and pretty much freereign over it? Still, I felt like I was going crazy just sitting here. Iwas a. A few hours later, after making statements and signing reports, I went back upstairs to start cleaning up. Lucy, thoughtful as ever, brought up some dinner and helped me straighten things up after the detective finally left. We had the place livable before too long and went to bed.I camped out at Lucy's that next week, since the burglars had been thorough enough to slit and disembowel my mattress. The next weekend I ran into Bert while shopping for some cheap furniture to replace what had been. He milked his cock onto my back spreading his cum around with his hands. I was soaking wet and smelling like a whore. I lay across the table unable to move, exhausted and literally fucked almost to destruction. Two pairs of hands took hold of me and began to lift me off the table. As I was turned around I saw a stranger standing with a huge bulge in his trousers and a grin on his face. He had just watched me being ****d. This was the man whose voice I had heard. The man who had just fucked me. Could the compliments have caused that?Her left arm stayed around my neck and she knew where I was looking. I tried to draw my eyes away and look at her face but my gaze kept going back to those lovely boobs. She asked, "Do you like what you see?" Absolutely," I responded with feeling. I managed to look in her eyes; there seemed to be a little twinkle there.She said, "You know, I think what I wanted might be on this other shelf." She spun around, still bent over and fumbled with some bottles.