''That's the problem. I have been thinking more and more like a girl ever since I opened that damn box. I was reading my diary earlier and I can't see... where that girl stops and I start. What happens if I can't change back? When will I lose Stuart completely?''If that was the case, wouldn't it be easier if you could lose him?''No. I lived 15 years as Stuart and 2 months as Amy but Stuart is fading into the background. Even if I can never be him again I don't want to forget him.''I don't think. Jack was pleasantly surprised when she began to kiss him right back, and very passionately too. When they paused for a breather, they were both panting heavily. As Lynda resumed their kiss, Jack slid his hand up her skirt, and emboldened by her cooperation despite the odds, he frantically pulled at her silk thong with his shaky hands tearing the fabric in his haste. The tearing sound only seemed to turn her on even more. Lynda fumbled for his zipper and in no time at all she had his pants down. A week later, I passed by her door and heard her voice. She giggled. She was talking to someone. I heard her repeat the word "Yes" three times. And then she moaned. It was a lascivious moan, a series of sensual moans and grunts, unmistakeably the sounds of a young girl having an extended orgasm.I hurried to my bedroom and settled in under the covers in the dark. I put it all out of my mind, but my stupid penis didn't get the message. It was hard -- and stayed hard, no matter what I did. Then I. "Stand up baby, let me strip you down.". He does as I say. I unbutton his shirt and he takes it off. I unbuckle his belt, unbutton his pants, and lower his zipper. Bob rides commando, his cock leaps from captivity as I pull down his pants. It's absolutely gorgeous, maybe the most beautiful cock I've ever seen. It's thick with soft bulging veins. I LOVE his veins! His head is small and below his glans the shaft thickens quickly. And he's cut, but the scar is crooked. I wrap my hand around his.