"Or do you have to get back?" Nope," Jeff said, "I'm here for vacation.I can make my own schedule." Great," she smiled as they stretched out side by s...ide on the towel.The next thing she knew, they were kissing. They'd both grabbed for each other at the same instant. Chrissy parted her lips and let Jeff dart his tongue in and out of her mouth, and she wantonly rubbed her damp curly muff against his hot throbbing prick. In seconds they were both horny out of their minds. They were only teenagers,. Comments are appreciated, and Iplan on writing more iBod stories, as well as a detailed instructionmanual on how the iBod is used. I highly encourage people to write theirown iBod stories involving any of the other users, but would appreciatea request by email to do so.)(NOTE 2: It's necessary to read "iBod: Chapter One" in order toacclimate yourself to The iBod.)WHEN LAST WE LEFT OUR NEWEST iBod USER:Jay, now Jaye, had just transformed into a woman for the first timeusing The iBod, and the. Shiny, well groomed. The skirt was on the 'short side'. I’d say it was about 5 inches above the knee.She was definitely a business woman on the road. She carried a black shoulder briefcase and had to run her laptop through the xray.i watched carefully as she removed her shoes going through the xray. She obviously worked out; probably a runner, because her legs were shapely with strong calves and slim ankles. When she balanced to remove her shoes, the muscles of her thighs rippled when she. Still you would think she'd hang around a little closer once a story is doneso we could get back to work after a reasonable break. Then there are all thosetimes she mutters strange terms in French. I don't know a word of French butit sure sounds romantic. Where does she pick up that crap? And Miguel! Whothe hell is Miguel? And why would she call out his name while rubbing herselfon my knuckle? It's enough to drive a writer to drink, so when she vanishes I head off tothe "Booby Trap" a local bar.