His lips brushed the heel, pushing it into his mouth as his lips sucked on the hard suede-covered heel. He ran his tongue lasciviously over the sole, ...efore curling it around and inside the shoe. He stared into the faces of the people walking past as his tongue licked the insole lining. His head was tilted to one side as if attempting to get his tongue right to the end of the toe box.He broke the kiss, staring reverently at the shoe before slowly dropping to his knees. He glanced around. Then,. ”I looked at her. “Really?”She nodded and looked back at me and I saw what she was thinking in her smile. We looked at each other for a while when we both blurted out, “Do you want to do it again?” We both smiled and lifted ourselves up to sit on the edge before we brought each other close in a tight embrace centered at our lips. This time we didn’t beat around the bush, we got right to the point. Our tongues were intertwined inside our mouths and they were sealed from the air by our lips. . He loved her trim, slender waist.He loved her bountiful breasts, neither too big nor too small.Perfection. But now they were on his chest and they moved slightly withhis every breath. It was rather distracting...He loved her long blonde hair. He brushed some errant blonde strandsaway from his face and felt his soft, smooth cheeks. More hair fellinto his face. It had happened quite often since the body switching.Reed had never had long hair before and it was proving to be rather anannoyance.What. It’s not like they’re handing that shit out at the laundry mat. Those people all sought out a doctor’s help for depression.No matter how you look at it, that’s an incredible amount of unhappy people.So really, what am I trying to say? I mean, so far, this sounds like some typical stoned, hippy bullshit about universal consciousness, right?I’m well aware that to discuss anything as sensitive as happiness or consciousness you immediately run the risk of sounding ridiculous, but I really think I.