Changing into our pyjamas, we jumped into our beds. As usual, I woke again in the middle of the night. I grabbed my phone and glanced over at Jess, "Y...u awake?" I whispered to her. No reply. She was sound asleep. I couldn't make her out in the dark. I aimed the light from my phone slightly in her direction. My pussy tingled. Jess was laid asleep, her back to me, the covers had slipped off of her presumably when she had turned on her side. What was driving me wild was that her butt was sticking. I dial in the number of a escort service using her mobile phone. She watches me with puffy red eyes. Sultry female voice on the other end says, AdultGirls services how may we be of assistance? Hello Id like a girl for a three hour out call please. Any girl in particular? Young and black? Chantelle will be perfect for you. What time? As soon as possible please. Text us your address, thank you for using our service. Lloret looks at me confused. You like girls? I ask her with a smile. Lloret. At least as far as I could tell. * Fact - whatever was causing these changes to me, left my memory intact, yet everyone else's memory seemed to change. * Fact - reality seemed to change to explain the differences in me.As I sat pondering my situation, it suddenly occurred to me. Whileinternal organ transplants were certainly fairly routine in today's world,limb transplants were not. I should be able to find some information onthe web about my transplant.Moving to our home. I feel his hot breath in my ear and I shudder with excitement, as he peppers me with light kisses. My hands grasp his buttocks, pulling him into position.He's now rock hard and enters me quite roughly, urgently even. The weight of this married man on top of me is highly arousing and the sensation of him as he builds up a fast rhythm, is over-powering. “That’s it, John, fuck me!” I demand, as lust rises from within. The notions of love-making are gone now, I just want to be fucked and the.