I stood practically naked by the glass door, my mature breasts sagging, my finger idly playing with my pussy while I watched the boys outside... I can see my old body out there with the guys playing basketball. How did this old lady get so good at being a teenaged boy?
But, somehow when we swapped I started acting like a middle-aged woman, too. It’s like the life she was living is now mine and I have to act like her… I even forget I’m wearing heels…
Oh god… am I aroused looking at my old body? I can't stop thinking about the boys… the hard cocks they must have… how they would look naked… how they would feel If I got to….
I really AM her now.. I need my vibrator…
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