Tasoula, you make a very nice bed I like a lot ...he said as his hands did not stop kneading and stinging my big, hanging breasts and my nipples movin...g forward and right-left to Pakistan's rhythm. With the rhythm and intensity that jumped I realized he would not hold for long.- Ah ... shed, I'm pouring Mrs. Tasoula, I can not stand another ...he shouted ecstaticly. Meanwhile, I had already decided to let him finish in me. I wanted to feel his hot sperm fill my stomachs so I would not lose the. “Oh really, why don’t you show me” I whispered to him.He smiled a devilish smile and leaned down and kissed me. I kissed him hard back. He wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me closer to him. I reached down and grabbed the bottom of his shirt and lifted it over his head. He reached under my back and grabbed my tank top and flung it behind him. I giggled as his hands came back down to my breasts. He slid the straps of my bra off and then reached behind and undid it. He slowly leaned. "He and I have worked together before. We need to get youthe help you'll need, but do it discretely. Otherwise I'm afraidyou'll be front page news."I hadn't even considered that. He was right. This would be big news.It was something science and magic had been talking about for years. Ihad read enough about it to know that magic had been used to avoidrejection when female organs were transplanted into male transsexuals,but this... Nothing like it had ever happened before. No one had everfigured. They were both a little hot blooded at times, but each of them admired the other's honesty and boldness even in times of arguments. Ronnie was a handsome guy with dark features and an intense look, he also was a pretty intense person, you could feel his words go through you when he spoke, and his silence was capable of making any room vibrate with intensity, on the other hand he was kind and sweet and caring, smart and genuine, with a witty sense of humor. Tessa was a beautiful girl, the type.