She stratteled my legs and was rubbing her pussy on my thigh. She slipped open her top and let her nipples hang out. Her aerola were huge around the...nipple and much blacker than the rest of her silky smooth skin.The first song ended and she didn't move from my lap but did lean forward so here breast were pressed against my neck with my face just above the cleavage. Another song started but her only movement was to stand slightly and bring her nipple to my mouth. She whispered loudly in my. The woman in front of my own self is not who I ever thought I could be. She is a new woman, undiscovered after being so long denied true passion and true freedom. I watch this other self run hands across skin, working on his button and zipper while her lover, her friend, eases her soul with soothing touches and sounds. Floating back, I become aware of an almost animalistic urge to devour my love. My hands tremble as I work his jeans from his body. My nails graze his ass through the fabric of. My left hand just didn't seem to work as well as the useless right one. It was going to be a long night.Mounting the four sections of pipe under the seat was pretty easy. The hard part was breaking the glass on the spare taillight bulbs so only the filaments would remain. Luckily, I had a nice little stock of six-volt bulbs, that I had picked up on eBay. Once I figured out how to get the vice-grips properly set, it went pretty fast, but I still had to break three to get each good one. I put two. She then proceeded to give me a French pedicure. When shefinished, I thanked her as she smiled and walked out just as Jill cameinto the room."Looking fabulous!" she said with a radiant smile."Thanks," I blushed as I suddenly realized that Jill was looking at myemasculated self."We'll have to take care of your hair sooner or later, but for now, Ithink you will do ok. Let me show you where the changing-room is andthen we can go."I stood up and followed Jill to a changing room where a duffel bag.