FOSE remorse

Paul thumbed his panties down with his left hand and smoothed his hair with his right hand at the same time. “Okay, I admit that I was wrong,” he said.
Paul thumbed his panties down with his left hand and smoothed his hair with his right hand at the same time. “Okay, I admit that I was wrong,” he said.
Gwen laughed as she watched her former husband Chris frantically pull up his dress while teetering on four-inch heels. (What a cad, she thought.)
Shawn clutched at his new chest and yelped as his thumbs rubbed against his sensitive nipples. The wind kept blowing hair in his eyes, so he shook his head and did his best to glare at his girlfriend Irene.
Trent kept on scrubbing his new curvy body with soap, oblivious to his pal Gerald’s growing erection.
You of course know the old wise saying about walking a mile in someone else’s shoes. But as Chad moaned and his girlfriend Marilyn pounded him from behind in his body, with his cock, he realized that old adages could be repackaged in the new age.
Ivan took one second to admire his gorgeous red locks in the mirror before turning around to regard his best friend Taylor sprawled out on the bed.
Maury clutched his hands over his breasts and said to his girlfriend Wendy: “You can’t be serious.”
Well, sighed Denise (formerly Diandre), she’d asked for this.
“You can’t mean that,” Oliver squeaked in his new body as he crouched on his hands and knees. “Oh, Caroline, no. It’s not permanent, is it?”
“Kelly, you can’t do this to me,” Stan protested as he simultaneously grabbed his tits and felt his crotch, both of which were encased in grey undergarments, and both of which belonged to his wife less than five minutes ago.