“Fuck,” Bill said. “I need something to make it less rough on my shlong. It needs to be wet.”I took my hand off his cock and brought it to my ...mouth and spit in it making it wet and then placed it back on his cock.“There’s a better way to make my cock wet,” he said grinning at me. We starred at each other with his hand still squeezing my tit and my hand jerking him off. He would look back at the road and the back to me over and over again. It was like we were playing chicken. He would keep. My legs were spread. Hers too, still. I put the soles of our feet together. Seeing how ready her pussy already was, I felt John Thursday start to stir. At the moment he was lying thick and soft along my inner thigh, but the show she put on brought him back to life a little. She noticed.“Mmmmm… I love watching you get hard.”“Tell me about that.”“About you getting hard?”“No, about you liking to see hard cocks.”“Wait, is this the interview?”“It is.”“Then wait, I wasn’t ready.”She pushed her hands. From another drawer he took out a lacy poet's shirt and put iton. He looked at his reflection in the mirror... still the same beautifulgirl.He couldn't stop himself from trying a few feminine poses in the mirror. Hestood with one hand on his hip, then with his lips pouting, and then with hishands holding his hair up behind his head. I feel so pretty, he thought.His little show ended when he heard Heather's mom call from downstairs..."Heather, phone!"Still enraptured by this sense of. Dang it,Heather's thoughts again.I thought I'd be tempted to explore or play with Heather's naked body,but it really didn't feel like some strange body, or even a sexual thingto be played with. It was odd, but it felt like it was my own body, andI didn't really even feel a hint of arousal, except when I thought ofSteve showering with me. I shivered at that thought - part aroused,part disgusted, but warming up inside. Oh boy.Going to the gynocologist's office was a first for me. I was.