After what feels like a eternity he finally gets his door open slamming it behind him, not even bothering to take his keys out of the lock.He yanks hi... pants down as he walks to his sofa to sit down unsure of how the transformation will defect his balance he sits down setting his device down.Next to him he grabs his mind reading helmet, "Only one last step before I go where no man has gone before, I have to be able to act like her at least in public, and what better way to learn how she acts. It was slow and irregular, and she wiggled herself forward and back horizontally when she was all the way in. It pressed a bit on his cock base in an odd way, but it didn't hurt. His penis tip was still buried in the warm, slick female cave it had come to crave so much.It went on. On and on. It seemed to last forever. When she moved up and down really fast for little bursts it felt really good. He felt his cock twitch. But he was determined not to shoot off before Sally had had her orgasm, even. But even more deviant, perhaps–is your hair–tied with two large, bright loony ribbons on both sides of your head, which lift and prop your strands outwardly in twin ponytail bunches. And I don’t know if it’s the resemblance of Chobits, or a cosplay character, or a younger girl in street-hooker fashion, but your visible appearance is very provocative. In other words, whether you seemingly look like a call-girl or not, I can’t resist your streetwalker, hooker-like allure. So if tonight you want. Her favourite position was kneeling, head down, skirt up, knickers round her knees for me to fuck her. I loved the view of stocking tops, white buttocks, and peachy bottom. Sally got very wet, very quickly so it was always easy to push my cock home. And a wet cunt that wasn’t too tight meant I could keep going for a decent length of time. With a combination of tongue, fingers and my cock Sally would squirt, the first woman I ever met who did so. All too soon the week was over, after a hot and.