“Slut,” she accused between moans, her voice rising in volume and pitch, “dirty slut! Fuck, I’m going to… fuck, fuck, fuuuck!” Her whole b...ody trembled, and she pressed herself against me, trapping my hand between us. I could feel her hips jerk and her juices dribble over my fingers. She was coming! I had just masturbated a girl to orgasm! Her moans turned into soft little whimpers, and she gently rubbed herself against me. “Good slut,” she whispered and licked over my lips, making me freeze. Akhil stroked my hips a little and sat behind me on his knees.He locked my hips in his strong thighs like a rider mounting a mare and then isnerted his erect cock in my wet soggy puchchi. I cried adn thrust my hips backwards.His lund got in completelyt and he started to move. I turned my mouth to kiss him while his hands were against pulling and kneading my brests making them ache with pain. Today Akhil was taking me like a wild bull his lund hitting the depths of my chut while his hands were. “I’m off to powder my nose.” I rose from my chair, picking up my bag, and concentrated on leaving the table and walking over to the ladies’ room with the maximum slinky sexiness. Despite three or four glasses of wine I thought I carried it off well – surely well enough for him to be staring at my ass as I walked away. In the confines of my toilet cubicle I took a few deep breaths and tried to think clearly for a moment. He seemed a totally genuine guy – and I liked to think I was a good. " "Well, I would...uh...run and hide, be sick, I would think of something, but I guess trying to avoid him would probably be really bad for you when we switched back." "You're a guy. How would you feel if a girl got out of bed and ran from you? Just be really tired. That would probably work." "Well, I'm not going to have to worry about that," I said. "Yeah, too bad we can't really switch bodies," she said introspectively. This was the moment I had waited for, why I had.