"What you doing?" Sam asked."A Brunswick," Johnny rasped excitedly. "She's my bowling ball tonight and I'm going to bowl a strike."Billy was rubbing h...mself, unzipping his pants. "Hurry up, man, and fuck her, so I can get some." Yeah," Sam agreed. "What's the use of being here if we can't have at her cunt too."Desirée cried out at the use of the obscene word even while her loins began to burn with the action of Johnny's fingers. He watched her pussy and anus clinging to his caressing. She'd had to work hard to convince him she was allgirl.Whatever force had done this had made its changes with thoroughness andsubtlety. And if it were making an ideal girlfriend, she'd have to be agirl, and believe she had always been one.Did it matter? She had a life as Crissy - friends, exes, family, even aminor police record for an incident of 'indecent exposure'. Who was tosay that she was any less real than the truck outside?Looking at Zack's beautiful sleeping face, it was hard to care. Wet sand was sticky. But there was something even stickier. Mud. I popped up, staring at the nearby ponds that dotted the land on this side of the river. I darted towards them. Frogs croaked and hopped out of the way in fear as I knelt down by the water.It didn’t smell foul. In fact, it smelled nice. I shoved my hands into the pond, scooping up the rich, brown mud. It felt so wonderfully gloopy in between my fingers. The type of mud you’d put on at the spa to make your skin feel all nice and. “No fucking signal.” I had forgotten the company had made the elevators cellphone proof to cut back on people talking and bothering the riders. “Looks like we’re trapped.” “It does indeed.” Samuel moved toward me. “Maybe we can make good use of our time.” “How so?” I asked. Samuel leaned down and kissed me forcefully on the mouth. Images from multiple erotic stories flashed through my mind. Here was this handsome stranger kissing me in an elevator. I could feel his hard cock press against my.