Tuesday morning was interesting, as we discussed her fondling and groping adventures more openly.“I want you to do this for the afternoon bus ride h...me,” I began. “Before you leave work, go to the restroom and take your bra and panties off.”“But I might miss the bus. That does sound so erotic though, letting the men know I like being fondled and groped,” Paula commented softly.“Just go to the restroom a bit before you quit for the day, and take a light jacket or something so you don’t reveal. The blouse and the jeans really gave theimpression that she was an activist and professional career woman at onemold.It was odd looking at my new reflection after days and days being theyoung Kimberly Goldman. Her hair felt lighter on my head compared toKimberly's.I approached the mirror, watching her face was like a painter watching ablank canvas. And the same questions filled my mind again. What should Ido with this persona? If Igor Valentine asked me specific questions ormade a deal that I. But when it came to sucking cock, I ... I guess I was just naturally good at it." It helps when you like doing it too," I smiled."Is it that obvious?" she asked.I nodded.Stacy blushed, though it was hard to tell cause she was still flushed from our workout, "Well, I guess there are some women who hate it, some women who do it out of some sort of obligation, some women who like it, and then there's me—I freakin' love sucking dicks. It might sound weird to a straight guy, but there's just. We sat and chatted for like half-an-hour. He suddenly came to my side and peeped through the window. I was taken aback. He said to come over to his side of the bed as an aunty was looking through the window. I looked outside and saw her. I immediately jumped to his side and continued with our chat. After some time he lay down and said was tired. He softly touched my hand and taking them onto his, kissed it gently, I had butterflies in my stomach. He asked me to lay beside him, placed his hand.