My face lay parallel to yours, as I lean in to get a closer look at you in the dark. Doing so, I notice your heavy breathing, and can feel the heat fr...m your naked skin rising. “Am, I turning you on? Making you wet?” I rhetorically ask. My lips slowly creep towards yours, sensing your warm untethered rapid breaths against my shallow and controlled. I lean in to place my lips against yours, and your eyes close in anticipation. I use that moment, to sharply take one of your legs, and turn you. He made an odd noise, somewhere between choking and moaning, and his hips rose off the bed. His cock tasted wonderful. It was glorious to have one in my mouth. I couldn’t remember the last time I’d done this. When Trent and I were intimate recently, it was always that he wanted to be between my thighs, rutting away passionately. He was very good at it, too; we’d been doing it for years, had even lost our virginities together, and were very accomplished lovers at this point. He could make me cum. Alicia continued, "You've probablynoticed what your wearing, that cute lingerie. Well that will be yourunderwear from now on, we've taken the liberty of disposing of all ofyour male underwear. We burnt it all last night."I moaned into my gag, confused as all hell. "You're hairless as well, youmay have seen. That was us too. You were passed out so bad the waxingdidn't even wake you! You're hairless from the head down and that's howwe want you to stay. We've also put a nice blonde wig on your. When I pressed against her end, buried in her, she stopped. She ended the kiss and opened her eyes, staring at me, smoky gray, mesmerizing.“I like this part,” she said softly. “Having you inside me. Being stretched.” And then she started singing!“See meFeel meTouch meHeal meSee meFeel meTouch meHeal me”It was surreal. Here I was with my erection buried inside her, in the shower, in the middle of New York City, and Amelia was singing The Who’s song to me! She was communicating with music yet.