A Road Trip Gone Wrong
*** PROLOGUE ***He should have suspected a trick. What where the odds? And now herehe was in lobby of a motel, fighting a rising hunger as between hissoft, curvy thighs a vagina - his vagina - was softly pulsing, wet,eager to be penetrated. The thought repulsed him but his new,oversexed body was calling the shots now. He had been a fool, agullible male fool, to let himself be tricked like that...*** THE TRAFFIC JAM ***It was a hot, summer day. David drummed his fingers impatiently on...