‘Oh, the taxi’s that I’ve taken in London thus far have all been off of the street, not from the hotel,’ I reply, as I sit up straighter in my...seat. ‘Where are you from Madame?’ he asks, while navigating busy midday traffic. ‘The States,’ I reply with a smile. ‘Wonderful, my ex-wife lived in South Carolina,’ he surprisingly offers. ‘Oh, I see. I’m about a fourteen hour drive from there, or less than two hours by plane.’ ‘She isn’t in the States any longer though. She and my twelve year old son. “Now this.” She reached up with both hands and undid my pants, pulling them down to my thighs. My hard dick had already worked it’s way through the opening in the front of my boxers.I had only ever done things with my mother, and she was vocal, telling me what to do. So I KNEW what I could get away with, and what she liked. But Mariola was new, and I wasn’t sure how to proceed. Luckily for me, she was decisive and went to work.She pushed my prick upward, leaned in and sucked one of my balls. YES, BREASTS - I had breasts. There was also long black hair spilling around those breasts.I heard a masculine laugh. I looked at my former self - my old body was tensing and flexing its muscles with delight. Jennifer in my strong body picked up the new me with ridiculous ease for a close hug, then set me back down and held me at arm's length by my shoulders."I can't believe it!" she - now he cried. "So long, Jennifer," 'Bill' said, heading out the door. "Enjoy your new life!"I fully intended. While she pumped my hard cock and worked over my nutsuck, she intently looked right at my cock. Her interest and focus on my prick made the whole experience even more pleasurable. I noticed that from time to time, however, she would look over at my sister. After about the third time she looked, my sister gave a slight nod and shortly after that I felt the girls lubed up forefinger slide right up my ass. Omigod…..what a feeling. My sister knew exactly when it was time to give me this extra.