She was aware of words being spoken. She knew Bill was speaking because she could feel the vibrations of his voice in his chest where it was pressed a...ainst her skin but she didn't understand the words. Words didn't mean anything to her. There were only these wonderful, ecstatic feelings that she couldn't get enough of. She was aware of someone else talking but didn't understand those words either. Who was that? Yes, it was her mom but she didn't know what she was saying. It really didn't. Stick it in to activate it." His mom lifted her heavy breast and gently pushed her left breast inside in pump's cup.Since his hand was still touching the outside cup of the cup, looking for a microswitch of some kind, his mom's breast rested lightly against his index finger. It felt warm and full. He was too scared and too excited to move his hand, but She said nothing. He flicked the switch with his other hand. Nothing. It seemed like an electrical problem and he tugged slightly on the. My heart beat wildly as I sat down at the dressing table, and it felt as if my make-up greeted me like an old friend. I looked down at the bottles and tubes, and without thinking, I started to apply some foundation to my cheeks. Soon I was lost in the process as I gradually changed to Carla. After only four days, I suddenly realised how much a part of me Carla truly was, and how much I’d missed being her. All my nagging doubts slipped away as I transformed myself, and it wasn’t long before I. He nodded silently, and pretended to focus on the show. They watched the rest of the contest in silence, but he occasionally glanced at her, seeing the flush of her excitement remain, her fidgeting continue, imagining her wet pussy, leaking excitement between her legs, her hard clit swollen with unfulfilled desire. At nine-thirty they called the contestants backstage to prepare for the judging, and Liz got up, kissed him, and said, ‘Wish me luck,’ and was gone. ‘Good luck,’ he told her.