”“Did we do something terrible?” she asked, her voice breaking.“No, we did something wonderful,” I replied.Cindy looked up at me with glazed... eyes and said, “Well, you’re a pretty good fuck yourself, little brother.”She kissed me and our tongues did a brief swirly mosh in our mouths.“I hope Leon doesn’t find out and get jealous and try to beat me up!” I said with a grin.Cindy smacked me on the rump. “No more about that! That’s unfortunate ancient history. But this made up for it,” she said,. That poor kid... The things he had to endure just to survive were far beyond what any child should be capable of surviving and way out on the far side of demonic. The loading of thoughts, experiences, memories and sensations was either extremely quick, or torturously slow. It could have been both, but it might have been neither, because the hurt, pain and fear that my new body was accustomed to enduring were all being transferred into my conscious mind. Once the influx of information slowed. Get it? John and Jane Doe? I told you not to try to figure out who they were.)I was almost peeing-in-my-shorts glad that Jane had told me about the memoirs angle. Otherwise I would have been worried. I opened the door and stood aside as King Kong stepped delicately into my apartment.If you ever see a really big guy who's really light on his feet, take note of that. It usually means he's got the kind of training that Uncle Sam or the CIA give those guys to enable them to tiptoe in and out of the. The kind of technique that comes from a lifetime of experience and the passion of someone who actually LOVES doing it. Caressing my balls, licking and kissing my head, grasping my shaft and tugging with a slight twist. She could have taught a class. I only had to correct her once because she started going a little too fast (I like a good steady pace). I also asked her for a little more of a firm grip (again just my preference). I laid back and enjoyed this amazing show for several minutes. I.