I hadn't been transformed or replaced. This body, a body that one part of my mind was telling me was foreign, was, according to another part of me, es...sentially the same exact body I'd had for some years now. It was the one that truly belonged to me. Even if it was the kind of body you found on the cover of weightlifting magazines. Well, except for the fact that I hadn't been shorn of all body hair. I had short tufts of curled chest hair and a faint happy trail leading into my silk pajama pants.. ...we are all white girls from a all white small southern town who twice a year crave Big Black Cocks. With that she scooted back on the bed and told me that it was time to fuck. I was ready too. I told her to turn over and back her ass up to my cock. the bed was just the right height that I could stand and fuck her doggy style. She did as she was told and her pussy was so wet and ready that my cock slide right into her tight pussy. We both moaned and after a few strokes I was balls deep into. His name was Tom Wilshire.I nodded and stared at the photo, memorizing the face, and then started searching. Thirty minutes later, I still had nothing. What I did have, was a mild headache. This was new. I never got headaches from my searches. My conclusion was, that if I couldn't find him, he was dead. I said as much to Mr. Smith."I was afraid of that, but I wasn't sure," he muttered to himself."He a terrorist, or criminal?" I asked curiously."I'm afraid that what he is, or was, is classified.. By now I was wet down. He kissed my lips passionately and started to squeeze my boobs lightly first and then harder.I was feeling pleasure. He started to remove the hooks of my blouse one by one slowly kissing it. I was squeezing the pillow with pleasure.He gave a bite on my boobs. It was heaven! He turned me round. My back was facing him.He removed my dori and kissed my back. He slowly came down and kissed my lower back. He started to wet my back with his kisses. It was building pleasure in.