You inevitably wore one of your shorter skirts. After I had tossed our bags in the trunk I opened the door for you. You slipped in, spreading your leg... widely as you did, making sure that I had a great look at your pussy before shutting the door. I don’t know how many times we had gotten away with that little routine, even with the k**s in the car. We weren’t even on the highway yet when you had shifted around to sit sideways in your seat. This too was practically habit. Even if we weren’t. After that, we took lunch together in the stairwell of the building, and we always came back smiling and walking funny (if you know what I mean). That man could eat pussy better than any man I had ever been with. I never failed to come at least once, usually twice especially if I could hear people that may or may not come up there and find us. We did get caught once, I think. It was payday, and a night custodian came to pick up her check early in the morning. He had his his hand in my unzipped. It Almost continued for more than 10 minutes and there was silence.Then the conversation goes like below:s: what you did Abhi?A: Dono. Just happened In a tempted modeS: is this the way to deal a friend?A: sorryS: cheer up! I know you and the way you look at me smarty pantA: in confusion manner, what?s: come on Abhi. Take it out and suck it as you wish.A: I approached her again by placing a kiss on her forehead and started squeezing her boobs gently. We were on cloud nine.Then after whenever we. But as I drew closer to the mirror and saw Natalia appear in the glass before me, and as I put my new hands to my new face, and said “is this real?” in my new voice, I understood that somehow I HAD BECOME Natalia. I kind of freaked out at first, running out of the bedroom to see where the fuck I was. Natalia’s place (my new place?) was a small but well appointed bungalow with a pool in the backyard, and a large home gym with free weights, a treadmill, and other exercise equipment. I closed.