Now that sensation was gone, replaced by a feeling of...thickness.Sam was a bear. Not literally of course. He was big without being veryfat and 'athle...ic' was definitely not the word I would use to describehim. And yet one look at him and one knew that Sam was as strong as abull. My bear. As my rational mind started connecting the facts I haverealized that somehow now it was me in that intimidating body. Me, littleAmelie Johnson.What scared me even more is the realization that my calmness was. The kiss became more and more passionate, more violent and desperate. Finally Ash slid his hand up and gripped at the hasp of her bra. It was a simple catch mechanism. Misty yelped in surprise when she felt he bra leave her back. She pulled back and gasped for air as Ash threw the bra onto the pile of wet clothing. He admired her small breasts and their pink nipples. He wanted to feel them, know them, taste them even. Then Misty kissed him again and Ash forgot about her breasts for a moment. He. . "Just terrible.”The sissy's right hand, with long yellow fingernails, pushed through the bush of Sammy’s pubic hairs – while the left hand stirred the soapy water with a disposable razor.“She was drinking.”The queen poured a bit of soapy water onto Sammy’s manhood and started to build a froth with both hands.“Darling, kids in the car too.”Sammy was thinking this might be about the shave itself – as simple as a shave - and no more, but the squishy sound of the lather and the feel of the soft. I knew there was a public toilet in the parking house where my car was, ……I slipped into the woman’s room only to find they were out of order … what to do I could feel the drops of Pee coming out of my pussy, I was not about to pee my paints…..so I went back outside and saw the mens room, …with fingers crossed I slipped the door open and looked inside, ..no one there (or so I thought) the stall on the left was free so I slipped in to it, …opened my paints and pulled them down and my panties, I.