Her breasts, already chilled by the night air, strained for his touch. He kissed her on the neck, between her breasts, and then kissed each nipple in...turn. As he ran his tongue down across her belly, he slid a finger into her pussy and began to slowly move it up along the lips. When his tongue reached her tightest button, she groaned and pushed her mound against his face. He licked it slowly at first and then quickened his pace until she felt a thousand tongues moving her soul toward the lake.. It was going to be an interesting day, to saythe least.We decided that we should exchange notes on how to be the other person,and what we would likely encounter through the day. Interestinglyenough, we both had the day off - she just the day, I was on a 2-weekpaid vacation. So we got to spend plenty of time coaching the otherabout our own lives.~~~~~~~~~~Even with the extensive coaching session, I still had no idea how to be ateenage girl. The choices were so overwhelming. The nice thing. He grabbed it carefully to keep themenstral blood off his finger. He then wrapped up the used pad into thecasing of the new pad and then threw the pad and wrapper into the toilet.He hoped it wouldn't cause the toilet to overflow. He didn't worry aboutit too much, since he didn't ahve to clean it up. Besides it was thehotel's fault for not having a place to dispose of his pads in the stallitself. Then he pulled the backing of the new pad off and carefullyinserted it into the gusset of his. But was that what I really wanted? And would she even agree to it? Surelyshe wouldn't kidnap me? She couldn't!But this was Friday night and I had effectively agreed to be kept fullyfeminised and fully in role, to be used as a submissive woman untilTuesday evening!!!What if I made a scene? Ok, there'd be the embarrassment and thehumiliation, but then what? I would still be there without a stitch ofmale clothing to hand. Nothing!But on the other hand, would I ever find such an amazing chance like.