The only real difference between what Bobbie saw now in her reflectionand her first memories of Faye, was that instead of the dark hair andblue eyes, ...he hair burned crimson with eyes of purest amethyst.Bobbie ran her hands along her sides, shocks of intense pleasurerippled through her body, banishing the earlier bewilderment. "Mmmm."Bobbie shuddered with a tiny grin."Forgot how good this felt." She was no longer an Advocate, she didn'tneed to see the tattoo stitched across the small of her. “Yeah,” I responded, then grinned. “Like me, a delicate flower.”Jay laughed. “You? Delicate? Yeah, right! Compared to a pro wrestler, maybe.” Another laugh. I had never been afraid to get dirty, and I loved to fish, hunt, and generally be outdoors.“Hey! I am delicate!” I laughed.“Yeah, let’s see,” Jay quipped, and suddenly tickled my ribs with both hands. I laughed and twisted away, hopping to one side. Jay moved with me and tickled me again. It was instantly like old times again, and we danced. He was teasing me bad enoughright then that I knew I'd never live this down. "Quiet or you don't getno beer," I threatened him half heartedly."That should do it," Penny announced with a grin. "Not great, and it waskind of a quick job, but it will definitely work." Grumbling, I lookedinto the mirror and had to admit that she was right. There was no waythat I looked like I was only 18. No way.Together the three of us walked down the street to the store, and I feltextremely self conscious the. So I slowly did, nervously I began to stroke my cock with her eyes locked onto it, she was smiling with a drunken smile . She came closer to me this time she slowly reached for her dildo which was only half way in my ass. She began to fuck me with it pushing it in and out telling me ''is what you do with my dildo?'' i moaned and said yes which she replied with '' you dirty boy and is this why my panties have been having white marks on them when I wash them? I moaned yes again each time she's.