As I pushed the door open, she sat upright and turned to clear the small table between the two chaise lounges. She smiled brightly and said "hi" as I ...at the tray down. I smiled back without remark and watched as she peeled the clear wrap from the tray. I loved to watch her bountiful breasts move with the limited restraint of the bikini top. Occasionally, when she bent her torso or shoulders at the right angle, I could see the edge of an areola and the hint of a nipple. Both nipples were fully. Only problem with that was I had woken up as Allison two days ago, andbefore that I was a 40 year old man named Mark Collins. I had stopped tohelp a girl, who turned out to be Allison, when I had been hit by atruck, which I had learned was being driven by Allison's attacker.I didn't understand it, but that seemed to be the situation I was in.The Allen residence was a nice one, in a upper-middle classneighbourhood. Along the way, my new mother took the time to show meseveral places to help "jog". She hurt me. She humiliated me. She mocked my faith, my way of my life, my very being. She hurt me at a very vulnerable moment. Yet I didn’t say anything of the kind. I took her beautiful face in my hands and kissed her. Hey, I’m a man…and all men are weak. And that’s how it began again. Patricia Jenkins and I gave it another shot. What a pair we make. I am the openly bisexual son of an Arab-American businessman and a Jamaican-American schoolteacher. I am uncircumcised, and a proud Muslim. And. ‘Well, first I want you to stop crying, Ok?’ She sniffled and muttered out a little ‘ok’. ‘I want you to strip out of your clothes slowly while I take my cock out and jack off while watching you. You like watching men jack off for you Taylor?’ She whimpered back ‘no, not really’. ‘Well, this will be a first. First I want you to take off that top.’ Taylor whimpered a bit as she looked at the knife and removed her top over her head. She had on a little black bra that showed her little cleavage.