She took the bedcover off me. My cock was rock hard making a tent of my shorts. She smiled and said someone is already in birthday mood. I blushed and...took the cup of tea and sipped. She was wearing a transy nighty which was showing her bra and panty. I asked her whats the plan, lets get ready and go out. She said yes and went to the bathroom after collecting her stuff. I got up and worked out a little. She came out wearing the same nighty with her hairs wet and water dripping all over her. "I bet you will!" said 'Greg'. At last, herbitchy mother-in-law was going to get it in the neck!Suddenly, a strange look came over the two couples. Then Finkelsteincried out in passion and triumphant, and a confused Kitty, inFinkelstein's brain dead body said, "Didn't I used to be a woman?"The new Mrs. M got up and strolled to the mirror. "Not bad, and it isso strange to be able to think again!" She started dressing again, amidthe protests of what are you two doing in our bodies and we were. She reached for him. “Where are we going tonight?” he asked.She held his hand and he found himself standing on a dune. The sky was pitch dark but dazzled with stars. “Where are we?” he asked.“The Arabian desert,” she replied and coaxed him to first sit and then lay on the sand. “The stars are beautiful, Christian -- aren’t they?”“They are,” he replied. “They look close enough to touch. You can see the Milky Way ... That’s not something you can see from home.”“Can you see what you were looking. Sure the allies had dropped leaflets to warn the city that it was about to be bombed, but even as I walk down the streets and across mounds that were once buildings, I often saw ugly grey bloated bodies. Once we passed an emergency hospital, set up in a monks' refectory, bodies were piled outside it with little dignity, inside the dim and chaotic interior could just be made out. I was in hell!Thankfully, the distance took little time. I stood behind a corner of a windowless building and.