Most of the volunteers thatwe have had are people whose bodies were dying and we transferred them intohealthy versions of their own. We haven't even ...ried to transfer someoneinto someone else's body much less into someone of the opposite sex." "I'm a little frightened about trying it myself. To become my dead wife,it sounds so strange. Like some bad movie on the scifi channel. But I guessa child does deserve to have two parents even if they are going to betechnically the same person. Oh,. “Mmmmmmm.” I moan quietly. I then take both fingers and start pounding my hole. I arch my back out of pleasure. My mind keeps wandering to my cyber friends cock.I lean to my beside table and open the first drawer. I feel around for my vibrator and after a couple seconds I find the rubbery material and grab it. I lay myself back on the bed and glance over to see if my husband is still sleeping. Luckily he is. I set my blue rubber vibrator with a little butterfly at the end for my clit, beside. I slid my hand upher stockinged leg and rubbed her nyloned thigh; I put my hand on herstocking top and stroked her there and also on the bare skin above herstocking.I couldn?t wait any longer and I slid my hand over panties and grasped herlong thick cock, rubbing it through the sheer nylon of her panties.Vanessa responded by sliding her hand up my skirt and reciprocating thegesture, stroking my hardening member through my knickers.I loved the feeling of her stroking my cock whilst I was. This was getting fun, very fun. Maybe she'd be able to work up the courage to confess that she'd come an expert on what Jen's underwear smelled like. Hopefully, her buddy wouldn't kick her ass for invading her privacy that way. "No, bitch, you don't smell like fish. You smell like hot, aroused pussy. I want you so bad. " The scent was fresher and stronger than any she'd gotten from the hamper, because this lovely pink pair had just been tightly pressed up against her beaver and encased.