There was a pair of cotton whites with red flowers on them but she only managed to get them on as far as her knees and no farther. She looked at yeste...day’s yummy red pair lying beside her bed. They were stained with her juices and needed urgent washing. She reluctantly dumped them in the hamper and then, with no other option, forgot the underwear and slipped into a short black skirt. It wasn’t red but had a cute pink trim along its hemline. Which was short. The skirt had a slit up the side and. He left the door open and I could hear the heavy strong stream as he emptied his bladder from his slightly engorged cock. My body shivered in anticipation and I quickly took off my clothes and hopped under the covers and I heard him start the shower. Should I join him I wondered but stayed put under the snow white heavy duvet and waited. The only light was coming from the television screen in the far corner and I saw his dark body fill the doorway as he came into the room and left the bathroom. His tongue probed my mouth, thrusting in and out, almost mimicking what his cock would do to my pussy later. I moaned softly, as he reached behind my back and unhooked my bra, throwing it to the floor. “Your nipples are rock hard, pretty Bella. Are you aroused?” his gravelly voice asked, his lips still touching mine. All I could do was nod my head. “I bet your little pussy is soaking wet, as well?” he continued. My breath hitched, as I felt Ryan’s hand unbutton my jeans, heard the zipper. At first it just felt like any other town or village I had used in the past. Pleasant looking streets, lots of diners and local shops, even a British theme pub. It was the epitome of the phrase, appearances can be deceiving. For starters it took a few hours to notice that nobody in this town was ugly, not the women at least. They were ... well they all looked like I do now."Did that not alert your suspicions at the time?"Of course not, why would I have suspected something which at the time I.