“I thought I was Mr. Ruskin.”Now it was Aron who looked at him with stars in his eyes.“You made me so happy when you told me you wanted to take ...y name.”Carter bit his lower lip. Why was this making him feel like he was turning to mush inside? And hey, he wasn’t Alex. Period. He needed to repeat that enough times in his head. He was so obviously getting ahead of himself with this whole body swap thing.“I did, didn’t I?” he said ruefully, as he yawned and stretched, to cover whatever he was. I'd been looking forward to it since you rang." Do you remember saying you felt a bit rough?"I had to think for a minute, but yes, I did recall feeling a bit under the weather."Yes, I do, I thought I was going down with a cold or something." Well you were nearly right, you've had a very bad dose of flu, and you developed a fever."That was ridiculous, and I said so!"Rubbish, if I'd have had flu, I'd still be ill now, you don't get rid of it just like that you know!" No, you don't do you?" she. " Nice. Don't stop talking sweetie. Tell me everything your naughty hand is doing." Now, I am running one finger up my slit." As I was saying the word 'slit', I moaned softly. To my surprise I was already pretty wet. Could it be that magazine or was it this phone call?"Are you still looking at that magazine?" His voice interrupted my thoughts and for an instant, my pleasure.I probably should have told him that I had so many images in my mind both from the magazine and from listening to his. She could imagine the thick black cock inside her, wet with her own juices, she liked that thought. “Come on tell your husband how it feels and what you like”“Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck” it was all she could say. Her mind was awash with the pleasure of being fucked by such a big and fat cock. Her pussy was on fire and her whole body ached from the pleasure.“Look at the camera and tell your husband what you like, slut!”Tyrell’s voice was commanding and Beverly felt her heart beat faster. She was.