"Oh shit, wow!" Owen said as he saw the figure start to come down the steps.

"I've been expecting you, Owen." Miguel said as he slowly walked down the steps, coyly adjusting his robe to give Owen a glimpse here and there.

"Miguel! What, what are you doing?"

"What am I doing? Well, I'm in a silk robe, red high heels, stockings and nothing else, coming toward you. I think you know what I'm doing!"

"No, I mean..."

"Oh, this body? She can have fun with my body for a couple of months. Or not, she can do what she wishes, it makes no difference to me. But she sighed the papers, laid down on that operating table and now here I am, with her body. But enough talk!"

Miguel put his arms around Owen, kissing him softly on the cheek as he pressed against Owen, his hands feeling up Owen's ass.

"Two months?" Owen asked as he pulled out, panting.

"Well, maybe I could get it for a little longer but for now, let's make the most of what we have!"