Kimberly's tits: small,round with smooth skin and pink nipples. My member fitted snugly intoKimberly's underwear. As Kimberly, I found It was strange...and funny thatI had an "additional" organ. I rubbed the fabric of my underwear and Icould feel it started to spring up. I smile my Kimberly's smile. "Ups...easy son, easy," I whispered with my own voice, temporarilybreaking out the character. I blinked several times, batting hernatural thick eyelashes and becoming Kimberly once again. I loosed. She stepped back, still looking up at him, she turned and crossed the room with her back to him.It amused him a bit to see her exert the presence he saw in the set of her shoulders. She intended to remain in charge it appeared. He was enjoying this, such a great lady, community leader, so phenomenally intelligent. Cultured and controlled. She truly was lovely. But, he had seen into her heart, he was intimately familiar with the passion that resided there. He knew what a task it was for her. I wanted this cock buried in my aching pussy. As I worked his cock, his free hand moved and found the heated wetness between my thighs. I couldn’t stop the moan as he tugged the dress up and his skillful fingers slid behind the meager lace panties covering my sopping cunt. I bit my bottom lip to keep from crying out as his fingers danced across my throbbing clit and slid further back to my weeping hole where two fingers found a place to nestle in the velvet heat. My hips jerked as he began to. "Give it over," said Paula, during a visit from her fianc?e. "You knowthis isn't the career I want." I know, but this might help me get noticed," said Kelly. "You know howmuch I want to be a designer." I know, and as far as modelling is concerned, you're the only audienceI want," said Paula."So, what type of modelling are you gonna do?" asked Kelly."Hopefully loads with clothes on," replied Paula."No nude stuff?" asked Kelly."Private audiences only, like you," smiled Paula. "With one.