This is the part of my make over has to be the most thrilling to me because it completes my body’s transformation. After I have them on, I love to w...iggle them around to feel their weight, the sexy movement and admired natural they look on me. I’m so glad I spent the extra money to get them to match my skin tone. I even had them add veins and matched my bodies freckles. Then searched for the matching bra slipping it over my arms then fastening the clasp, its always a sight to see when I’m bent. ” This was the moment it could fail. It hadn’t happened before though, they all argued but a man with a hard-on arguing how his balls would be emptied was not an argument the hard-on would let the man win. “Ok, OK, let’s get out of here.” George snapped back, anxious he may lose her. “My hotel is just around the corner.” He ushered her out of the booth while carelessly casting bills on the table to cover the tab. Someone’s getting a nice tip thought Clarissa as she stuffed the blindfold back in. The stranger exited the driver side and walked around to my side of the car. We were parked in a very secluded area, so far from civilization that there were no street lights, only stars and trees. The door opened and the stranger said sternly 'step out of the car.' Slowly I exited the car, the door was shut, I was pulled to the rear of the car, the stranger embraced me and violently tried to kiss me. I reared back and put up my hands, to this the stranger snatched them away and captured them. " She came back to me, put her lips onto mine and we made out for a minute. "Christa, get in here!" A minute later, she strolled in there and saw us together too. "Oh." "Did you just say, 'Oh', Christa?" he questioned, turning his frustrated face to her. "He is in bed with our daughter." She shrugged her shoulders. "Well, it is not so surprising," she answered, turning her face to his. "I mean she is eighteen now and he is only like seven or eight years older than her. What's the big deal, if.