“I knew a Bob Porter in High School, are you related?” I asked. “He was my brother,” she said. “He was a really nice guy and I am sorry that... he was killed. I hear that he was a war hero. I never knew that he had a little sister, though. I do remember him having a younger brother, Gene, who should be about your age, now. I haven’t seen Gene since he was about 12, I think. Whatever happened to him?” I asked. “I am really scared to tell you,” She said, “but he does remember you and thinks about. And a pimple near my jawline. Ug. I didn't miss acne!"OK," I tell myself. "It's time to see what's going on. Who am I?" Ilook around the room for my wallet, or something that would tell me whothis girl is I found myself inhabiting. I didn't see a wallet. Or apurse. But I did see a school backpack lying next to the door. Diggingthrough it I found a sky blue clutch. I zipped it open. I didn't find adriver's licence but the first card I did find was a Student ID.Staring right back at me was a face. She said is there anything i can do to reward you.then my hormones got racing and i said if she wanted to come over to my apartment for dinner.she said yes and before we went,i picked up some condoms from the pharmacy.as we left the store,she just kept looking at me with a big smile.i finally mustered up the courage and asked her "um,is it okay if i do this" i got her hand and put on my balls and she started to rub them.she was like "oh my,i can feel you rock hard cock growing"i told her i want. You took it good, no unneccessary whining. - I say, casually, listening to her heavy panting, resting my hand on her upper tights, looking at the effect of my work. - It had to hurt, surely, but it seems like my job got more hot and bothered moans out of you than your fifteen minutes of masturbating in class.I leave space for Hannah’s possible reply but she gives me none.- Did it make you wet? Back in class?- I guess. Maybe - she replies after a pause. I give her ass a hard slap. - Oww!- Answer.