The insubstantial fabric seemed to be designed to come apart, and her breasts burst forth from their confines, the silken garment falling away as they...wobbled gently.McGregor wasted no time, delving his hands into their yielding meat and mauling them, her spine arching off the bed sheets as he kneaded and squeezed. His fingers sank deep into her delicate fat, taking cruel handfuls and pinching her sensitive nipples, watching lecherously as her massive form bucked and writhed under his touch. He. He was longer than my husband, but about the same size around, and I began to stroke him.“You like this, Jim?” I purred.A long loan was my reply. I kept stroking him, increasing in my intensity. “So what do you want?”“You!” he replied as he put both hands on my shoulders and began to force me to the ground. I released his cock as I began to fight him off.“No! Don’t!” I ordered. “Stop this! I just wanted to give you a hand job!”Jim just laughed. “A hand job ended in the parking lot,. I asked how Iwas going to get to my jobs. She told me that she would take me and wewould commute together for awhile. She said that perhaps eventually, wecould get me another car that matched my new persona. I sat therestunned. She said that I must have noticed that most of the time youcould tell what gender a person was by the car they drove. She asked mewhat I thought about maybe getting a pink VW bug, the type that weredesigned for women and had a receptacle for flowers in them. She. That was true but read on and you will discover what happened on the way home.Part 2: FranceI don’t recall the details, but Sue did not return with us in Joan’s car. I think she might have taken a train to meet up with her family somewhere in Europe.Anyway, I was understandably quite excited by the thought that I would be spending time alone with Joan. My imagination was taking over – thinking what might occur in my little tent! (I also had an embarrassing “little tent” in my shorts.)I got a.