In thecourse of the conversation the old Tony became the new Amanda, and viceversa. Neither one of them would be able to pinpoint the minute whenthe ...hange took place, but it was real nonetheless. It was as if thememories of one person exchanged places with the memories of the other. Those conversations that had taken place at family Christmases went frombeing reported to being remembered. It was very much like thesensation that adult children sometimes have: having heard stories toldso. ” I love it when you talked dirty to me like that. I moaned in response. “What? I can’t hear you.” I smiled, knowing exactly what you were trying to make me do. “Do you like this?” “Oh yes. I love it!” I was clawing into your back so hard. You stopped thrusting into me and once again kissed your way down my body. Stopping right at my navel, you licked around my navel ring, pushing your tongue under it. I liked it when you played with my belly ring. You gripped my panties between your teeth. The reception was great too and I had a wonderful time and danced most of the night and I did have a bit too much to drink as did my husband. It was about 1.30 am when we got to bed in out hotel. It was where the reception was held so we only had a short distance to out rooms. I was so horny and think my husband was too but the drink had taken its toll and I could not get him hard and settled for a kiss and cuddle.Next morning we had out 8am wake up call and I was feeling the worse for drink. Then her head poked out of the clothes, “Come on honey,” she said to me, “You need to do something about that erection too.” I stepped up and she expertly took care of my hard cock and not a minute too soon. It had been that way for well over the half hour that I’d spent watching these men get relief from her magic mouth. She finally stood up, her shorts were soaked with her pussy juice and her wife-beater t-shirt was showing her very hard nipples and her face was flushed red from her.