His hand reached own to the seat of my Speedo, and pulled it down. I felt him push down his own shorts and Aussiebums. I heard him spit into his hand,...then his hand reached down to my cleft and I felt his finger slide into me and then the spit was rubbed onto my hole. He hitched his shorts and swim briefs lower and I felt the wet rock-hard head of his cock pressin’ against me.He started kissin’ me frantically again and pushed in and jeez. It was kinda brutal. Not sore. Just… It was brilliant.. That's a good start, for him at least.Angela resumes, politely, "I'm sorry, you rather caught me unawares. Is there anything I can do to help?"Perhaps if she is polite she can get rid of him quickly?Ackroyd however is determine to drive the interview along is second gear. If this irritable woman gets flustered, she might drop any guard she is holding; reveal more than she intends. He clears his throat and slowly, carefully he explains the reason for his visit."Some new facts have come to our. (She normally wears skin-tight jeans and flat shoes.) She came straight up to the bed, leant over (giving me an eye full of cleavage and a low cut red bra!) and gave me a peck on the cheek. "Happy birthday, John." "Thank you." I felt my penis get harder. She has got a fantastic cleavage, due to her, largish, boobs, which must be at least a 'D' cup. I've often wondered what her boobs actually looked like. I now know, from seeing the very top of her areola, that her nipples are a. I made my way back to my friends when thespell hit.All of a sudden I lost my balance and fell to the floor, landing on acushion of pink silk, with a curtain of hair falling in front of my face.Something was very wrong. My hands were covered in white silk gloves,that extended past my elbows. On my upper arms were pink, puffy sleevesthat left my very petite looking shoulders bare.My shirt had turned to pink silk and showed a fair amount of cleavage.Cleavage?Oh shit!I was a girl. I was a girl in a.