But, oh, my! Gabriella played hard, and she was no delicate flower. She would sweat through her tennis outfit before even the first set was completed.... She didn't dress provocatively, but she didn't have to. Every match in reasonably warm weather turned into a wet t-shirt contest for Gabriella, and (in my twelve-year-old imagination), she always won.Gabriella had been all woman, and very hot. But Tess! Put Tess in a soaking wet shirt and you were going to have a riot on your hands!And, damn it,. Bye. I love..." The call ended with a sudden click followed bystatic.Richard realised he had been holding his breath and let it out with asigh. Leaving his phone on the desk, he walked across to the bed andsat down to take some deep breaths. As he put his hands on his knees,he noticed he had yet to remove the varnished nail extensions he hadapplied earlier that evening. He put his face in his hands and sobbedgently, starting to wonder if maybe Rebecca had too high a price on hisnerves and that. Stand up and let me look at you again.”Jane stood up slowly, feeling Peter’s cock, now much diminished, slide out of her as she did so. She grabbed her panties before they could fall out of her lap and held them behind her head as she struck her pose. Even now, when she had just been satisfied, she was amazed at how much of a charge she still got from posing for Peter. She loved to watch him looking at her. She loved the way his gaze made her feel like, not just the most beautiful and sexy. Her eyes had turned brown, and I'd swear they had alwaysbeen bright blue. Then her nose twitched and before my eyes morphed intoa slightly broader shape. Her lips were getting a bit thinner too. Herwhole image was changing before my eyes! When I looked down at ouroverlapping hands, her fingers had lost their long red manicured beautyand now matched my much shorter lilac nails.I hadn't even noticed that our hands seemed to have been exchanged. Myfingers had acquired her gorgeous nails! And.