Then she moved down until her whole hand rested on the sweaty crotch. Her face went blank, and she pulled in her chin and screwed her eyes down. Then ...she smirked and plucked the elastic like a rubber band. It snapped against my leg.“Getting warm down there?” she whispered.I had no answer to that.“Do you touch yourself?”I had no answer to that, either.“Come on,” she said. “I won’t laugh.”“Only a couple times,” I said, like that made a difference. “What about you?”“Were you gonna do it. It was like a drug. I wanted to stop, but couldn’t. I found someone on Craigslist who wanted a CD. I was curious, and interested in the sex, and I wondered what I would look like, so I decided to buy some items, a black wig, sexy sleepwear, black stockings, red garter belt, black patent leather pumps, even some make up. I found it surprisingly easy to put on the lipstick, using my little finger to trace my lips and press it in, even the first time. I selected a unisex name that would work with. They do genetics research." Vanreached out and Greg stood up to shake. He was taller than Greg by ahead and his long thick fingers encased the husband's hand. His gripwas impressively strong.Van sat down alongside his wife on the couch. She resumed talking toGreg as if her husband wasn't there. She said, "Your discoveries soundfascinating. I can't wait to find out how they work on your first testsubject." Greg responded, "I'm curious about that myself. We expectthe physical changes to. She had to scream as her orgasms were shaking her to the core. I was a little concerned that the orgasms were too much for her, so I turned off the generator.She was breathing heavily and moaning for a good five minutes after the generator was turned off. When she was finally able to make sentences again, I asked her how many orgasms she had."Too…many…to count…" she managed to reply. "You…want one…now?" I think I can multi-task," I said. "I'll teach you about advanced friction and have an.