In a juvenile gesture he threw his head back and did an upward air punch. This will be his life now and he will make the best of it.Lyonel stood up an... toured his room. Although he also inherited the memories and knowledge of the prince, it never hurt to get himself more familiar with his surroundings. The room was lavishly decorated, befitting the royal heir. His massive four-poster bed dominated the room, on his nightstand were a chandelier, an ornate cup that he knew used to hold dornish. We're still connected. We have been sinceI switched our minds on Camus II. I've now absorbed all the skills,memories and knowledge I need to take your place permanently, enough sothat even with a Vulcan mind meld Mr Spock couldn't tell I wasn't you."There was a brief hissing sound as Janice pressed the trigger on the airsyringe that had been rigged to fire a paralysing drug into her veinswhen she was ready to administer it, then I felt a moment of vertigo asthe entire world seemed to. One of my hands ran comfortingly under her arm against the side of her breast; the other lightly stroking her bare thigh. My cunt was on fire.Her head rested against my neck and all it would take to kiss her would be for me to turn my head.Then I could have given her a big wet comforting kiss while my hands ran through her hair. We would have slowly fallen back onto her bed and our bodies would have come together. I could have pulled her hips in close to mine ... and given her so much more. I knew the friend from our activities on the CB radio. Our friend seemed to take delight in torturing us by delaying the actual meeting for weeks.When I finally did meet Debbie, I was instantly impressed. She was a tall girl with a slender build. She stood a little over six feet tall and didn't weigh much more than one hundred twenty or so pounds. Her brunette hair was cut short. Her hazel eyes were captivating. She had what appeared to be a nice set of firm B+ tits, and great legs. Her long.