Isn't it strange howmen need to do that? How having a penis empowers a man. Surely it wasstill there?What the fuck!I didn't find the reassurance I w...as looking for. Instead I found I nowhad a vagina.What the hell is going on?"I take it that that was a rhetorical question?" asked the pantyhose."You have completely feminised me from the waist down!" I replied pickingup the pantyhose.I was feeling cold and exposed."Put me back on, Chris, you know you want to. You feel naked withoutme," said the. I simply gave in and lay my head back on the pillow. Until now, she was only gently running her fingers up and down my hard, straight shaft. I thought it could not possibly get better until she wrapped her entire hand around my cock and began thrusting up and down the entire length of my now fully erect penis. I could feel the rhythm her hand was creating up and down my entire body, stopping only once or twice to lick her hand for lubrication as my hips began to move back and forth. With her. Therese giggled. “I’ll keep that in mind. Mojito?” she asked, holding up her glass before taking a sip. “Please,” I said. Therese stood up and went into the house to retrieve another glass, returning a few moments later. I got a good view of her toned legs while she was up. Therese was quite tall, and so had a good set of pins on her. She also had a little butterfly tattoo on her ankle, I noticed. “You don’t have to stand on the other side of the fence, you can join me on this side,” she said. When John stepped out of the cab I was already moving. I couldn't help it. I need to feel his arms around me. It was a compulsion. Luckily, he was ready and didn't drop me. I'm also lucky I didn't tear my skirt to shreds when I threw my legs around him. God he's a big man. Flashes of that pillar, and of oak trees crashed through my mind as I reveled in his scent.I mumbled something about how happy I was to see him, carefully using Jonathon, instead of what I wanted to say. As much as I hoped.