All these times I wished I could be someone other than me and now it's finally going to happen. It feels like impending death, which I suppose it is.... My memories will be gone, as will most of what makes me me. I'll just be the raw material for someone new. The real Martina.He tried to explain how it would work, something to do with a new personality template, but I neither understood nor cared. The words just washed over me. The mechanism doesn't matter.It's funny. It really is. In my. I have wanted this moment for a long time. Josh is a good looking young man in his last year of high school and my neighbor. I have fantasized about this moment for years. And now here I am with this hard cock dripping precum right in front of me. Am I the right woman to be his first, they always remember their first. Maybe I should call this off, let him off the hook so he can find a girl his own age and fumble around in the back seat of a car. Is that the way it should be? But I want him, I. “There’s a stick of fresh pepperoni as well as several kinds of cheese. I will have to use canned tomato sauce and paste because otherwise it would take too long to make the sauce.”“How long would it take if you used fresh tomatoes?”“A few hours,” I replied. “If you want, we could have pizza tomorrow and something else tonight.”“Can we do that?”“Sure. Then what about tonight?”“How about Chinese?” Maria Cristina suggested.“That would be great!” Annette agreed.I went to the kitchen to start. After few minutes Manju became conscious and found that she is naked and her dress is scattered in the room. The whole body is sticky with the cum of those guys who fucked her like a whore.She went to washroom cleaned herself and wore the dress then she found that her top is torn. She covered her top with that torn dress (of course she is wearing a bra) and went to the owner.The owner arranged a cab to her to drop her at home as she was just wearing a bra she asked for something to cover her.