We are still a perfect, tight fit, but your juices are covering my cock and there is nothing but pleasure as we once again feel the intensity of each ...ther's warmth and softness...inside and out. One of my hands would find it's way down to your breasts where I would be caressing your nipples, while the other hand wraps around to your front side and begins to softly rub your clit. I'd still be thrusting inside you with a vigorous, steady pace, and soon I'd begin to feel your body shake slightly,. But you say you are not interested in dying."He felt hands grasp his ankles, something thick, cool, but warming fasten around them. Fingers fumbled with ankle bindings, tingling began in his toes as blood flowed more easily."There's door number two, Maria, life as a maid, a she-male, a coman. You retain your precious jewels, at least until you ask for a slit and clit. Most changes are simply style, letting hair and nails grow, plucking brows into a fashionable shape, removing your body hair.. He seriously doubted the 250-acre spread of sagebrush would ever sell, and grabbed a cold Miller before heading into the adjoining den to check his answering machine. She sat in the plush leather chair with a cascade of red curls that tumbled over her pale pert breasts which could easily poke an eye out. Sensuously she rose from the chair on a pair of never ending legs and strolled over to him, throwing her arms and legs around him with a death grip. He toppled over backwards, as she held on. ” He slid closer to her and went in for a hug. He was surprised she didn’t fight him off of her. “I know you cared about him.”“Do you,” snapped Brittney pulling away. “You did everything to keep us apart!”“I know. I was wrong for that.”“Yeah! You were,” she stood up. “I need a drink!”Brittney went into the kitchen and poured some lime-flavored gin into a glass. She added ice and some blended lemonade and iced tea.“Can I have some,” called out Uncle Al.Brittney returned. She two glasses and.