She asked me a few questions, like girlfriends, age, what I liked, etc. Then she asked "how long is your cock?".I asked why she wanted to know, and sh... said she was "just curious". I told her it was 9" long, but not thick, kind of slim. She got very interested, and we started talking about the kind of sex we enjoy. From the voice, after talking for a while, I suspected I was talking to a young guy, not very experienced. I asked what "she" liked. She said she hadn't done much, just petting, but. The second press would then select the second subject which could be anything. Once both subjects are selected the Sex Machine does it's business. Both subjects get randomly changed into new forms, become incredibly horny, and then the machine stops once both subjects have orgasmed. There are only four factors that are set in stone: 1, both subjects are turned into a member of the species of the base being. 2, both subjects are at least the age of sexual maturity where they couldn't be confused. I think always believe “sex is one kind of art”. So I want to share the real stories of those incidents of my life with yours. I assure you that every tale will give you a full satisfaction.Dear readers, the conversations of the story obviously were in ‘Bangla’, some places I have used ‘Bangla’ as happened and translated into ‘English’, otherwise I have tried to use translated English. In the last September due to the last of Ramadan we were preparing for the Eid and the entire resident of. I smiled and gestured for her to come over. Jean came through the gate that separates our gardens and walked towards the patio doors. I went into the kitchen and opened the door to let her in. Jean stood there and asked if it was alright to come in. I said of course it is and held the door open for her. She stepped in and said are you not worried about one of the other neighbours seeing you naked when you open the door. I told her that as long as she saw me, I didn't care about anyone else.