She mewled in her throat, then bit my shoulder as she shook against my body.“Enough, enough,” she gasped.I slid my hands down below the edge of he... tits, but not off her hot skin. She looked over her shoulder, then grabbed the hem of her shirt and lifted it. I bent down and engulfed her small tit in my mouth as my tongue flicked her nipple. Her hand crushed my bicep before she pushed me off her chest.“We need some time alone,” she gasped. “And I need to change my panties before we go into the. To take you and make you mine, to control your very spirit and direct your destiny for evermore. You of course, feeling the need for coolness, had left a narrow opening, into which I could squeeze and emerge inside your boudoir undetected. Should I awake, the gentle pale skinned virginal ripe women, in my midst? I flew to you kneeling at your four poster bed side and removed the lace that hid your supremely fresh forehead. I was unable to stop my lips from caressing that deep unblemished skin.. He never told anyone where he was going nor did anyone ask. Since he was one of the oldest residents-- meaning one who had resided there the longest—Henry had a key to the front door which allowed him to come in after midnight when the door was locked. His room was on the main floor so he didn’t disturb anyone when he came in late, but he did not often go out. I mention this only to explain the story I am about to tell. Henry seemed nervous that evening. He paced a bit in the living room and. I tried Joan of Arc. I tried my best, but never felt I was more than play-acting. Here I was inside this body and it wasn't hard at all to feel how much different a woman's body is than a man's. It was as if the body itself had a direct effect on my emotions and perceptions of my surroundings. My very senses were altered. "Well of course it is silly." I said to myself. "She has different senses, a different hormone makeup, a different chemical balance point, of course she is going to.