. I seemed tohave lost a few inches. I walked up to the mirror and turned it around.My jaw dropped. There I stood, staring into the mirror, and direct...ly atthe most beautiful woman I could have possibily imagined, or hell, morerealistically my ultimate dream girl. I looked nothing like my old self. I wasn't an ugly guy, but the woman staring back at me was a work of art(I suppose litterally). My figure was nothing short of perfect, my perky,huge breasts balanced by a large, round, tight ass.. The first showed ayoung man wearing the uniform of an officer in the army of theConfederacy; the second a thin, slightly unkempt man in his thirties,his chin stubbled; the third a young woman dressed as a 1920s'flapper'; the fourth a middle-aged and matronly Asian woman; the fiftha man dressed in rags, the mirrors behind him cracked and cobwebbed,his body covered in sores and...were those radiation burns...?; whilethe sixth...Lawrence wasn't sure what the hell he was looking at in thesixth. .. God,” she gasped.Always ready with a snappy comeback, I gave her one.“What?”“Just... drive,” she murmured, her mouth drawn into a huge smirk.During our trip into the city, she only broke her silence once.“Did you get implants, Sweetie?” she teased. “I thought you were ... smaller.”“Cute,” I responded tersely. “You should try out for Last Comic Standing. Break a leg!”Another reason I like to drive on our little excursions is I like my car. So does Cindy. Yes, it was absurdly, obscenely. " Again I arch slightly and a small delightful drop of my juices begins to trickle down from my pussy as my clit peeks out toward her. "Your clit is sooo sooo mmmmm yummy." She tells me as she suckles it and bites softly. I writhe about pressing myself towards her lips and feel her bite as I moan. My toes curl as she plays with my hard nipples, flicking them in time with her tongue on my clit. I continue to moan as she squeezes my nipples and pulls them and sucks on me. .