It was a dream, he thought, but it was soreal. I must have dozed off here. There was no walk, no old man. But itwas so real.Angus smiled wryly, looked... down as he prepared to get up from the bed andscreamed! The scream, a very feminine scream of horror hung in the roomas he - she- examined herself! Breasts! Angus mentally screamed, I havebreasts! He scrambled to the mirror in a mad rush and stared at the reflection. Abeautiful young woman with dark curly shoulder length hair stared back,her eyes. Her voluminousness, wavy hair brushed off his cheek as she placed her hand on his inner thigh so she could get close. It sent a shot of electricity right to his happy place. 'They are those stockings I told you I wear. I love the feel of the soft silk and coarse lace on top. Sometimes when no one is looking in work, I lift up my skirt a bit, pull the strap and let it snap back in place, give myself a little spank'. Rob couldn't believe his ears. This woman sure knew how to turn him on. Both. His facial features, however, were almost entirely hidden by shadows, even in the relatively bright glow of the car's instrument panel."Who is this man," Kylie thought to herself as she slowly turned to look back out the window again. For the life of her, she couldn't manage to remember his name or even how she'd gotten into the car, much less where they were headed. She vaguely remembered the club from earlier that evening. Her girlfriends had told her it was a wild place and that she'd love. During that two seconds Aline experienced the delight of their flat bellies bouncing together and their bare thighs brushing. But a special thrill passed through her when his bulge nudged briefly across her mound. Sullivan was obviously surprised but polite. He patted Aline gentlemanly on the back and broke off the hug as soon as possible. As they parted they met eyes and each seemed to understand and accept the other. She was a teenage girl experimenting with newfound sensuality. Sullivan was.