She gave it a tug and whispered interesting no attempts to stop me. I didn't say anything but I was lost in it and I grabbed her by the head and kiss...d her again. She ripped my shorts off and I felt her soft hands on my shaft and this time I moaned. She giggled through our kisses and she started to rub my cock. I reached up her shirt and felt for nipples and they were poking out and I pinched and rolled them around and she moaned as we still locked in our kiss. I laid back to pull my shorts. " Look at me." I studied his face. "They got you, and they got you good.That's all that needs to be said. You can fight it, but believe me itwon't end up good. If you go with it and make the most out of it, youcan probably direct your little five year career rather than have itdriven for you. I have to say, seeing the other side of the fence waspretty amazing." If it was so good, then why did you go back to being a man." Honestly?" Yeah." I fell in love. I fell in love with a woman here and she. Couple 'a burgers. Fries. Tall glass 'a water. Right?” He catches his distorted reflection in the stainless steel coffee urn. It makes the way he nods look a sideshow contortionist. She heads for the grill, giving him the full profile of her body. She’s all curves and shimmering moisture, as if she’s continually dripping over and off of herself. She flips a pair of raw patties on the griddle and the smell of cooking meat is never far behind the sizzle. “Medium or well on them burgers?” she. As he shuffled past the little TV table lined with rows of white powder and into the bathroom, his guts grew sicker.By the time he reached the ensuite he was already rearing back. Then without any other warning, he projectile vomited up the wall and over the sink, demarcating a clear line across the room from the sink to the doorway. After this momentary lapse in bodily control, the pounding headache and queasy guts forced him to his knees.Suddenly the shower curtain was thrown open to reveal.