Angled against the headboard, your hands busying themselves against your soft, smooth skin. Squeezing nipples, stroking thighs, brushing against moist... throbbing lips...Your own script has led you to this. It feels so self-centred to be turned on by what you've just written, but knowing that particular fantasy is on the Internet for everyone to read has made your cunt pulse and your juices flow. You can't help yourself...You open your eyes to watch as you move the fingertips that have been. The nurse was busy doing things in the room as I moved my hand up to mychest to figure out why I hurt so much. My hand brushed up against amound and then reached around it, feeling it's size and form. It waslike the breast forms I used to use to give me tits. My other hand cameup and felt one on the left side too. As I felt around, I could feelsensitivity under some wrappings. The more I squeezed, the more I felt.Then it came to me. These were tits, real tits and they were on mychest. My entire. For no particularly good reason, I headed toward Philadelphia, planning to cut west from there.I got almost unforgivably lucky about 12 miles south of town. I ran into a freight wagon headed to Springfield, Mass. At first, the driver thought that I was a highwayman because of all my guns, but he calmed down and offered me a ride in exchange for guarding his load of cheese. It seemed strange to me that anyone would want to steal a load of cheese, but the driver assured me that people were. "I'll be right back," she said with a pant, and she went to her suitcase again. She pulled out a tube of lubricant and returned to her straddling position. "I need something in my ass and I think your cock will be perfect."She lubed her asshole and the tip of my shaft. She rubbed her asshole with her finger and then moved the tip of my cock in place. With a slow movement and a high pitched squeak, she sat down on my cock sending it deep in her ass.I was in heaven. Her ass was so tight it was.