"Sorry!" I shouted, averting my eyes and chasing after the damn tarp. "The wind got it, hang on!"By the time I had retrieved that fucking tarp and ret...rned to the van, my beautiful "actress" was already dressed, the brief costume I had picked out from her closet a day earlier hidden beneath a bathrobe to protect her from the wind."Sorry, Corrine! Sorry! I didn't see anything!" Then why apologize?" She smirked knowingly at me and hurried over to where we were shooting on the beach. She was so. "How -" he gasped in shock. The voice answered, "Through a transfer of the electrical impulses ofyour mind from one body into another body. The physical structure of yourbrain was different from the brain in that body, so it took some time tomake the appropriate adjustments. Your body was dying, but your mind wasstill healthy; my pilot's mind was dead, but her body was still healthy.So I transferred your mind into my pilot's body." Then my luck's still holding!" Luckyman cried. "Tell me, who. I can see by the way your hands are clenching at the sheets that you feel the same way. Now I will move closer as I want to feel your inner thigh against my cheek. I want to feel your smooth skin against all of my face, and I will lightly touch each of your legs in this fashion, positioning them so that you can see me do this, as I want you fully aware of the joy I am taking from this intimacy. To your frustration I have not yet come within several inches of your moistening crotch, nor have I. He was tall and toned, with lightly tanned skin and dark brown hair that shined in the light. He was wearing a suit jacket with black dress pants, and a light blue dress shirt. He had a handsome square cut chin, straight white teeth, and piercing blue eyes. He smiled, and welcomed me in. I walked in, taking in all the elegance of the home. It was richly furnished. As I was taking this all in, Sir came to me with a glass of wine. We sat on the sofa and sipped wine while watching the crackling.