I look at her again in the mirror. Shelooks so beautiful to me. I turn away. I have to.I don't lie down although I want to. I should call my frien..., itsimportant. I know her cell now.She's relieved I'm feeling better. She chides me not to be late and tellsme how stressed she is. Pierre Satyr will be there. Its so important forher. And the fact that I know him. She tells me to look sharp...to tells meof a dress I should wear...other things, personal things...intimate. Shetells me I. This beauty Diana had suffered a light injure on her back and she was struggling a bit to wash herself. I observed her with sideways looks as I conditioned my curly hair. Diana was obviously in pain and unable to reach below her knees with the soap bar and sponge. Soapy white swirls traveled down her tummy and in between her legs where her pink clit protruded slightly from her smoothly trimmed shaven pussy lips. Her body was incredible. I tried not to stare as she bent down low to reach her. Millions of thoughts filled his head ashe started to calm down as much as he could. He immediately wanted torun out of there and go home, but he knew deep down it wasn't going tobe easy as that. Kenny slowly moved to the couch in the suite noticinghis tits jiggled with every step. He sat down trying to processeverything, he started to cry softly at the realization just how muchhad happened to him.Temporarily Kenny was dealing with only the shock of suddenly becomingaware of his complete gender. The 22 year could feel her two fingers become soaked with her own wetness, she was becoming close to her breaking point. Her brown skin was slightly sticking to the sheets from the sweat. She then placed her other hand below to maximize the sensation, after one last moan she sighed with slight satisfaction. Her hands could only do so much and not owning any sex toys only made her more frustrated. She wanted the real thing more than anything else; a real man with a dick that would satisfy her.