I lean into you, brushing my lips over the shell of your ear whilst I whisper into your ear, “You like that baby?” You nod your head slightly. I s...ack your arse again. This time I hear you moan, the sound makes the wetness in my panties grow slightly bigger. I reach my left arm around your waist and undo your jeans, your panting heavier now as I slide my fingers into your underwear. I look around, no one’s watching that I can see, so I pull my hand out and slowly ease your jeans over your hips. She seemed to gradually get intothe swing of things and by Wednesday she was the Helen I knew, butwithout seeming to suppress her emotions." And you Christopher? Did you enjoy back being Helen again?" I didn't at first as it all seemed wrong. David and a few others pointedout things and I thought I was being got at. When I realised they werejust trying to help it became easier. On Wednesday I was enjoyingmyself." What about when you were back as Christopher?" There didn't seem to be much. I just shook my head in the negative and tried to look as puzzled as the Doctor looking at the test sheets with a dubious look that did not bode well for my prolonged existence. It really didn’t bother me that much because I had seen my share of negative thinking doctors that had considered me an interesting subject to study. On the other hand, they were fantastic for taking care of things like the odd bit of shrapnel sitting where it shouldn’t be.I put myself in her capable hands and the. My left hand leaves your breast, moving lower, across your belly, and slowly eases further down into the perfect triangle of your pubic tuft, light brown, sparse and soft against my fingertips.You moan as my hand eases between your thighs, finding you hot and wet, sliding further within, entering you, stroking, finding your most sensitive spots. You sag against me as your knees become weak, then straighten and turn around in my arms.Our lips find each other, and we kiss passionately, our.