I couldn’t help but feel what the other man was doing, and I wriggled a little. I felt you start to get hard though your pants. I was happy you were... looking at my face, and not him. I was blushing, and I was still scared, but I felt better knowing you were watching me closely. I knew that if you saw me upset you would stop… so I relaxed a little. I was moving my hips… oh god I hadn’t even realized I was. You got harder, and you started licking my nipples. Suddenly I felt my underwear being. During the school year we had at least 1 hour in the afternoon before one of his parents came home from work. They both had flexible hours so we always had to be careful.Summers were the best. His parents left for work by 9AM and we had his house to ourselves for at least 6 hours. We usually were naked the entire time and we took turns making each other cum until we were both exhausted. Our record for one day was five cumshots each.The weekends were different. Someone was at my or his house. “Cook sent summat to warm you up,” she said. She put the lamp on the bedside cupboard and the milk beside it. She smiled at me and lofted her smock over her head. She kicked off her shoes and wrenching aside the bed clothes slid into bed beside me.“Er I think Cook meant the milk,” I ventured.“Ah well me cunt is lonely without your cock,” she said hopefully, “Go on, stick it in me you know you want to.”“I desire no such thing,” I insisted.“Then why’s t sticking up like a broom handle?” she. What I was describing was his underwear thatnight. We don't know what triggered your exchange of bodies or whatcaused you to revert back, but my guess is it has something to do withthe underwear. Here is a picture of the two us before he became Jamie"I respond "Hi Grace, nice to finally meet you. I only remember seeingyour slender hand with your long burgundy nails and wishing my handcould look like that. I was fascinated by your gold watch and thatincredible solitaire. And then the arm was.