Getting some white wine from the fridge, he still couldn'tbelieve how he had gotten himself into this. Trapped as a womanwith breasts, figure, and al...! And all over a stupid mustache. Before all this, Alan Ross was one of the up-and-comers onWall Street. He made big money, had all the hot investments, wasdefinitely loaded. Along the way he met Sheila, blonde andbeautiful, the perfect sort of female accessory for a soon-to-bepower broker in the big time money game. Sheila moved in and. Moore, nothing major, I'd just help her out by mowing her yard, doing work around the house or other minor things and she'd usually drop me a $20 or invite me in for a beer. Well, one day she asked me to install some bookshelves that didn't quite fit her room and needed some adjustments. Since I was good at carpentry, she asked me to take care of this for her. I agreed and went over to her house about 6 pm that Friday night to do the work.When I got there, she was getting ready to leave for a. I slid myself down her body; sliding my tongue between her breasts and down her stomach, once I reached the top edge of her g-string I slid my tongue across it, teasing her, drawing low, slow moans from her. Then I lowered my head and kissed her clit through the light fabric before wrapping my tongue around the string and began pulling it off. After it was off I worked my way back up her legs, kissing her as I went before sliding my tongue up her pussy, flicking her clit as I passed over it. I. My cock gliding into her wet hole with every thrust. It made the most satisfying you could imagine. I didn’t want to stop, and I don’t think she wanted me to stop. I felt like I could go a lot longer than before. Like I could go forever.I buried my head into her shoulder as I pushed the speed. The bed shook under us. I pulled out slowly. She understood what I wanted, she flipped around, and got on her knees. I entered her from behind, placing both my hands on her shoulder blades I pulled her.