She was a little bit older then the usual women I dated.
But she looked healthy and respectable.
So when the taxi metre ticked over the necessary distance to make the swap possible I made sure to make eye contact with her as she paid and exeter taxi.
We swap bodies and I felt incredible in her body.
It was a lot better than the taxi drivers.
I watch the taxi driver off as I made my way into the building where she lived.
The doorman said good evening Mrs Smith.
That gave me a clue to who I was now.
My last name was Smith and I was married.
I stepped into the elevator and went through her handbag.
I found all the information I needed on her driving licence.
I was now Mrs Emily Smith apartment 17F.
I let myself into the beautiful well furnished apartment.
There was nobody home.
So I started to explore her gorgeous body.
I struggle down from the form fitting dress tights and high heels.
Despite her age her body was still in tip top condition.
I struggled out of her bra and noticed her breasts to not sag too much.
There was still I could help but it bounced left in them.
I was just pulling down her knickers when a man walked into the room.
It turned out to be a husband he was a lot younger then she was.
He said do you need a hand honey?
Just a sound of his voice made me wet!
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