.." he explained. "Yeah, that's nice dad, but I've got to get to Tommy's house. See ya!" I said as I left the room. "Damn kids never give a damn abo...t what I do", he mumbled to himself. "As long as I put food on the table, that's all that matters to them..."When I got to Tommy's, I told him about my dad's machine. "What a load of shit!", he laughed. "That's what I said", I told him. "But it would be pretty cool though! I mean, like, what if you switched bodies with a girl. Like, I mean. The second we were in the back G started kissing me again, his hand on my tits, pinching and pulling at my nipples. His other hand worked its way up my thigh to my wet center, my panties and stockings were soaked as he stroked me through the thin fabrics. I moaned into his mouth as he put one arm around my back and pulled me up against his chest with one hand still between my legs. G got impatient with my clothes and ripped through the fishnet stockings and mesh thong I was wearing to get his. Of course, the term mistake implies that she did something first, the walking condom advertisement had spent more time preening in front of her admirers than doing anything that resembled work. No, Stacy was not jealous. Those same horn-dogs had spent months sniffing around her when she started. Since she had no intention of shitting where she ate OR cheating on her husband whom she married soon after starting work at Laugher & Giles Plastics and Rubber, Stacy had pretended not to notice. She. She wouldn't give up on me taking a bath. So I gave in and let her help me. I went into the bathroom she helped me get undressed then I sat on the chair near the sink. I couldn't get my casts wet so that meant no shower. I washed my face arms and everything else that I could reach. Brittany washed my back and feet. Then without warning she grabbedmy cock and started washing it even though I had just washed it. I said woah what are you doing Brittany? She said that I didn't get it clean..