He stuck his tongue in one large opening that was drenched in wetness, then licked up until he came to a bump where the folds of skin seemed to come t...gether."Oh yes! Lick my clit! Don't stop!"He continued licking the lump that was, presumably, her clit. He could feel himself getting harder and harder."Oh my God!" she yelled again. "Your cock is doing an impression of the Saint Louis arch!"He could feel his cock so hard that it was jutting straight up from his pelvis and arching out over his. The Agent wanted the toughest test that could be devised of the professor's theories.The Agent reasoned that it wouldn't prove very much if one set of human characteristics were simply substituted for others. He insisted that the personality transference should go deeper and involve an alternate personality completely alien to the subject. Looking around at the lab animals, he came up with the ultimate test of the professor's approach.Gary explained that the Agent pulled him aside and privately. I emptied my bladder and set up the hose, then set about cleaning my ass out, not as easy as at home, but it worked, tucking the hose away I headed back.Lyn & Gretchen were in the caravan when I got back, I told Lyn about the hose, and that maybe her and Gretchen could use it, they took off, both wearing nothing more than a smile, Lyn telling Gretchen what it does and how to use it as they walked off, it was some 45 minutes before they returned, Gretchen giggling about her anal cleaning, Lyn. On our second night there, the convention hosted a formal banquet, and we had acquired four tickets for this event. That's right, there were five of us, and only four tickets. After some discussion, I agreed to allow the other guys go to the banquet and I would just go out on the town and see the local sights. It was about6 p.m. when I stepped off the elevator tothe hotel lobby with plans to get some guidance from the desk clerk regarding what I could do that night. As I stood at the counter.