"Matt non ci aveva pensato prima. L'idea le creava sentimenti discordanti.Da un lato sapeva che non avrebbe potuto evitarlo, ma dall'altra cambiareil ...roprio nome significava in qualche modo abbandonare ancora un'altraparte della sua identit?. La colp? il pensiero che, in fondo, la suametamorfosi era solo iniziata. Quanto ancora sarebbe cambiata la suavita, aldil? del corpo?"Credo di si. Ci penser? su." rispose Matt.Una voce arriv? da dietro le sue spalle."Buongiorno! Hai dormito bene?" chiese. Cute. “I don’t mind. I always pay half.”“Next time,” I say waving the waiter over.She laughs, “Right. Next time.” She knows, just like I do, there is no chance of a ‘next time.’We get outside and she heads over to the bus stop. I check my watch; it’s 2:15am. Yeah, I’m a prick; sure, I’m gonna let her wait for a bus at this hour.I start to call out to her then realize I have no clue what her name is. I walk over. “Hey, uh, what is your name, anyway?”“Franc?” She says with that tone like she. Carla rubbed her ass. “Good girl, my dear. You took that well. Not sure how the set after dinner is going to go, though. The pain is going to settle in, by then.” Hatch rubbed her hair. He kissed her lips. “Good girl. I’m proud of you.” Carla’s fingers slipped lower. Her whole body tensed as Carla’s fingers teased the opening to her pussy. Carla said, “I think she likes it too. Luce, would you like to see how wet she is?” Lucy didn’t answer, but soon another set of fingers ran across her. The girl on the phone says "What was that?". I replied with "what noise?". I'm trying to play dumb, unfortunately the little girl does it again. So I just tell the girl from SC that it's the tv. Give her the I'm tired excuse and hang up as soon as possible in order not to get all caught up. It's getting late and the next morning my ex is dropping off my son. So I need to call it a night. The little girl is still there, fully dressed (besides her shoes), so I'm like fuck it. I cover her up and.