”She has me intrigued. I do love an articulate woman who can talk about her sex life and discuss it without any embarrassment.“How many women have...you had?,” she asks with a hand on mine. I was tempted to reply, “What answer do you want?,” when the waiter appeared with our meals.Dinner at my inner-city penthouse the next night. Gina was impressed with the view, my cooking and choice of wine. “We have wonderful chemistry,” I told her as we kissed passionately and undid the buttons on her blouse,. He moaned in ecstacy as he rocked back and forth and she Ohhhhed and Ahhhhed with each stroke. He kept saying...this is soooo goood!!" She moved him off, got off the counter and bent over revealing her beautiful ass, her puckered, dark , little hole, and her glistening wet pussy. He quickly slipped his cock into her cunt and once again began the joyous in and out motions. Once again I got down on my knees in from of her (and a bit under the table) and with with great pleasure licked her pussy. "She thinks you don't love her anymore." Maybe it was Charlotte dying," I said. "Or maybe, I just realized that what I thought we had; isn't as good as I thought it could be." Or maybe you noticed something weird about her after the transplant," said Amanda softly. "Press, you know you can tell me anything. I've noticed it too. Our little Anna isn't quite the same. There are some memories she's lost, but at other times she knows things that she couldn't possibly know."I nodded my head,. Still her face still wasn't quite in view, so I just went back to staring at her firm stomach through the thin material. She put down the phone after maybe twenty seconds of my staring and she seemed to hesitate before running up the stairs. My thoughts about her arse being as firm as the rest of her were right, the bottom of her cheeks peeking out from the bottom of her tight panties. With her gone, I left too, a little harder than before.The following morning was the same, I had a large.