This different self. You don’t grow up thinking that your personal identity can be taken from you, but it can. If you’re lucky, you have something...left that has been rearranged into something, someone else. Some of the changes are quite dramatic. I went from being a known Christian theologian to an avowed Heathen who honors the Old Ones of my ancestors.What? You posted stories here how are you a theologian? Simple, in my travels I’ve never met anyone saint or sinner who wasn’t a freak on some. " We agreed that I would come to her place again on the weekend for afitting. I gave her the cash to buy whatever she thought I'd need. WhenI left I was shaking with anticipation in the car." That Saturday was a day I'll never forget. Nancy told me to shave mylegs before coming over. I was glad she suggested it because I wanted todo so but figured it would be pretty obvious. When I arrived she took meinto her bedroom. There on the bed was everything I would wear. It wasmore than I had. I imagined it was her delicate pink flesh I was stroking, her shy little rosebud I was encouraging from its hiding place.My breathing quickened, becoming uneven.This time, when I put my eye back to the telescope, she had turned onto all fours, her talented fingers playing cheekily with her pussy lips, splaying, invading... then she reached back with both hands and pulled her cheeks apart, wantonly exposing her puckered starfish, knowingly displaying her most private jewel.I groaned in awe at. As her eyes focussed again, she realised that Ashley was busily pummelling Isabella’s pussy with his angry looking cock, Isabella pushing back hard to get the cock as deep inside her as she could. Vicky lay on her side, her head propped up on one arm, holding Isabella’s hand with the other hand, watching as the woman closed her eyes in bliss as she came hard on Ashley’s cock, admiring how Ashley’s and Isabella’s breasts coalesced together. With a shout, Ashley came again, joined shortly.