Main baar unke boobs ki taraf dekh raha tha. Ye baat unhone b notice ki lekin kuch bola nahi. Fir main dopahar ko Megha k paas gaya booth me aur usey ...bola k kal subah ready rehna tujhe apni raand bnaaunga. Aur wo hans k boli “Ji hazoor” . Dopahar ka time tha to booth pe koi graahk aa ni raha tha. Fir main counter k piche se e uski thighs masalne lag gaya aur gaand dbaane lag gaya. Megha b siskariyaan le rahi thi oooh oooohhh aaaahhhh sssssss. Usey khaa jaane ka mann kar raha tha. Maine salwar k. Then I use my X-ray vision and look at my former body under the clothes. Although I know every pimple and imperfection on it, I have to look at it, to prove to myself that I am no longer that person. I know that I was her, but I am not her now. I am also not Superman. I may be in his body, but I know that I am not him and do not want to be him. I have these strong desires running through my body and I dont know how to react to them. I walk over to my former body and touch it. The skin is so. She disconnected again. It happened 3-4 times. This was a first. She had never ever reacted to anything like this before. But then she had never walked up to my house to find it locked and my phone being switched off before. I searched for the numbers to her hotel. I did not know her room number but i was sure i could coax the receptionist into connecting me to her at midnight. It was when i was copying the number to paste in the dailer that my door opened and she walked in.I will cut short the. " Really?" Kendra's voice was sugary sweet. Her avid interest was feigned, but only Bob knew that."Absolutely," said Jeremy. "Well, at least every one I've ever seen," he added, humbly. "People kept secret documents in them. Or money. Anything they wanted to hide from highwaymen." What's a highwayman?" asked Kendra.Finally, Jeremy started thinking with something other than his balls. Bob and Kendra had been introduced as "academics", after all. Suspicion flittered across his face at her seeming.