She laughed cheekily and began stroking my leg. "And who do you think would want to have sex with me?" her hand was moving closer and closer to my coc...k, that had begun to get stiff again. "Well" i said, "I would be happy to help you out". As soon as i said it i felt my face go red with embarrassment. She just laughed though and said she would love that, and leant over and passionately kissed my lips.Her hands had reached my dick by then, which was so hard it felt like it would break out of my. I just wish I had more opportunities to get you alone." Er ... what do you mean?" Whenever Brit's around, you spend too much time fighting with her. It doesn't leave any time for just you and me to sit and talk like we're doing now." I know. It's not that I like to fight with her; it's just become a habit." Habits can be broken." But this one involves two people. We'd both have to stop fighting at the same time." If you chose not to fight with her, what's the worst that could happen? So she. One man kept insisting his significant other buy a flimsy nightgown just like the ones 'he' had bought 'her' in the past before they had swapped bodies.We left Fredericks a bit embarrassed at hearing others talk about nightgowns and physical attraction. We were brother and sister, after all, unlike them. We went over to a men's store so I could pick out something nice for Jack for his gift. It was harder to buy something for my old body since I was now all girl. I reflected about how much. One, in particular, fascinated me. 'Younger women for older men.'I'd always fantasised secretly about much older men ever since university, when I'd slept with one of my tutors. So when TexTom sent a message saying, "Hi Kate, older guy from Texas who enjoys chatting to intelligent younger women" I replied, and a conversation began.In a very short space of time I was carried along, becoming more open, and revealing more and more about myself. Incredibly as the chat got more intimate I found.