She put her hand over his, pressing it firmly to her breast. "Thank you, sweetie. I don't think these other guys will help me at all," she cooed, her ...lips parting into another soft smile when he began gently squeezing and caressing her beautiful breast."Yeah, yeah," John said, clearly agitated. "What happened next?" My, aren't you the excitable boy! So curious!" she giggled. "What happened next?" she smiled, turning to Aaron. "What would you guess happened next?" Taking his hand, she placed it. Seeing him again had brought back to the surface my love for him and all the regrets for what I had thrown away. I was a mess again. I was asked for dates by guys at work but I was in no mood to go out with anyone. Six weeks later my sister called, she was back from her honeymoon. Jim had asked her for my cell number. Was it okay to let him have it? I almost screamed my answer. “Yes! Give him my number.” He called two days later to invite me to dinner and a concert the coming Friday. I was. Bending down and pulling her panties to one side I licked her to an orgasm.Lifting her up I pulled down her knickers to reveal a very hairy bush. Turning her around so she was knelt on the bed, taking my solid cock in my hand I fed it in to her tight wet pussy. I began to fuck her sliding in and out she felt and moved with every stroke. As I built up speed she leaned forward and moaned with pleasure.After around fifteen minutes she said "What's happening", I said "Relax and let yourself go", as. I had no idea what to do next. How couldI get out of this? How could I reverse it? The e-mail was the onlyexplanation, and, was the only possible clue as to why and how it hadhappened. I scurried out of the men's room and headed back to thelibrary.The sound of the boots clicking beneath me was horrible. Where once theracket had been a bit exciting, now it was only a audible reminder ofmy current predicament. Worse, I was utterly mystified as to how I wasmanaging to walk in them! I was a boy! I.