This time, when I minimized that frame, I looked for more.I only found one more. It was of her, lying on a bed with rumpled sheets. She was on her bac..., and one leg was cocked, opening up her pussy for view. She looked like she was asleep. Her pussy was running with thick, white sperm ... just like I jerked out of my own penis on a nightly basis.I felt hollow.But I saved the picture.I felt awful as I looked at all three pictures again.I felt even worse when I beat off to them.Maybe for some of. He wasn't 'planned' and hismother made no secret of the fact that she thought his arrival had beenthe final straw that led to her husband leaving their already shakymarriage.His mother worked as a secretary for a legal firm and what little sparetime she had from work she spent socialising with the staff from theoffice. His sister pretty much ignored him as he was growing up,concentrating instead on her small circle of girlfriends and of courseher many boyfriends who seemed to come and go with. I knew where the address was, somehow, and I drove her there. All the while I was chanting in my head, 'swap bodies with me' over and over. I pulled up to the curb and she paid me, gave me a tip and got out. But nothing happened, she walked off, her hips swaying left and right. The hem of short skirt she wore flipping side to side, how well I recalled how that felt on the backs of my own former thighs.I began crying, I knew I was lost, trapped in this horrible body and life but why? I'd never. I was stunned by her looks. Her lips and eyes were eating me out. The boring days started to see colorful. One day I was sitting in the backbench of her class and was playing with a rope which I grabbed on the way to the class. Since I was good in rope tying I started trying different knots. She noticed me playing with the rope and came near me. I was stunned to see her near me.She smelled rose and was sweaty due to the weather. She was wearing a saree, her sweat drops were dropping from her.