.. Please, fuck me," she said between breaths. "Make me cum." I had heard similar words from those sweet lips before. She loved it when I made her beg... and she loved doing it as well. Making her beg to cum made her feel slutty and whorish and the dirty talk always heated her up. But this was different. These weren't simply the pleas of an aroused and excited woman. No, my Jenny was begging to cum because she knew it would be the last gift I could give to her. I sighed heavily from the stirring. A woman I thought I would never see again. She had hurt me, but that was a long time ago. What I had said in my letter was true ... I wasn't that Matt O'Connell.Oh no ... the farm boy from Decatur was long gone.What was even stranger was the fact I was driving a new Toyota Land Cruiser — the vehicle of choice of terrorists throughout the world. For the last few years I had been killing people who were driving and riding in Land Cruisers in Afghanistan and Iraq.My mood changed when I thought. The Captain was having a hard time associating the female form with the male form.Most of the changes were subtle if taken in isolation. The shoulders were a bit narrower and rounder, while the muscular pecs were now hidden by titty flesh and the chest didn’t seem as barrel shaped like a regular male. The hips were wider, emphasising the very narrow waist in the shorts Gazza wore and the long legs were softer looking and more feminine in shape.Gazza’s lips were a bit fuller, the chin narrower,. I sat near her and it was about nine at night. She was the neighbor and so I did not bother because she can go home at any time she can, and also I was alone and needed some company. And then I noticed she had the most wonderful boobs I would love. I liked small and pointing boobs and she had them, and they were looking at me, I was becoming restless. Then I thought if I shy then the chance will go and so I initiated and asked her, Doesn’t your husband come home regularly? Where he lives? She.