The catch in her breath and the squirm of her hips was so slight that I almost missed it. I retraced the path of my finger, this time pausing at the p...cker of her anal flower and applying enough pressure to slip just the tip of my finger into her. I lay absolutely still, pretending that I wasn’t paying any particular attention to what I was doing. I withdrew my hand and sleepily rolled over on my stomach so that we were side by side, on our bellies. Her disappointment was obvious as she. According to the articles I read, the blood type and other indices usedfor successful transplants matched an unheard of 100% between myself andthe anonymous donor, but what made the circumstances the most unique wasthat the transplanted hand had been provided by a female donor.My mind was reeling by the time I had finished my research. I felt tired,confused and generally nauseous. And there was something about my newhand that was nagging me, something I couldn't quite put my finger. My friend Lee and I got as close as it is possible for two women to get and not be lovers. She showed me things about myself that I never even dreamed of. I became a sexual woman and it was all right somehow. That night I mixed the ashes of Lee and her husband Ted, I felt a closure I simply cannot describe. I know I cried for hours, then I awoke to a resolve, knowing what I had to do. I knew of just one family member, Lee’s brother, Jerry. He was out there somewhere, so I began the search. I. She was looking like an angel. I didn’t waste any time and I caught hold of her waist and started kissing her navel. She was moaning aahhhhhhha. I was sucking it like a ripe mango. She caught my head with her two hands and pressed me into her belly.I was pressing her asses and pressing her towards myself. I started eating her sexy navel. I asked what nani was doing. She said he is studying in bedroom. That still aroused me. I couldn't stop myself now. That day she was looking like an angel. I.