“What was it called? Omowashing? That sounds like a laundry detergent.”“Omorashi,” she replied. “Would you really have got turned on seeing ...e getting desperate? What if when I stood up, I pushed my hands into my crotch, and bent over, struggling to keep it in? Maybe if I knew you were there watching me, I might have been bold enough to actually piss my jeans, out in the public area, so you could watch me.”“Then we would have had to find some place private, because I would have pulled your wet. I was worried about what I would see when I looked at myself in the mirror. I took a deep breath, threw back the covers, and sat up. I brushed the hair out of my eyes and was about to swing my legs out of bed when it hit me. I reached up and ran my hands through my now shoulder-length hair. I jumped out of bed and rushed to the mirror. After the initial shock and amazement wore off, I took in the changes. My once short, light brown hair was now shoulder length and brunette in color. It was also. Even though he had only recently cum, it was clear that he wouldn't take as long this time as he had before. I had made him more excited by my willingness. My arms went up around his neck as he kissed me and I locked my legs around the small of his back. I felt almost weightless as he drove his cock into me over and over and over.His strong hands gripping and squeezing my ass, his firm lips and tongue on my mouth. His huge thick hard cock fucking my little hole.Then he tensed, his thrusts were. " Brody paused, then flashed a grin once more. "You sure you don't want to try a kiss? I'm told I'm pretty good." Ryan snorted. "Brody, trust me when I say that telling a woman you've had a lot of experience with other women is not necessarily a good selling point." "Ouch!" Brody put a hand over his chest. Once again, Ryan couldn't stifle a laugh. "I'm sure you'll recover. But you'll recover alone." She emphasized the last word as he was about to speak, sure that another half-serious.