"That's what made it spurt last night," She said, "Does watching me undress get you excited?" "Yes," I answered resuming my stroking, "very excited." ..."We need a shower," she said sliding her panties down to the floor, "stop that and come with me." I followed her to the bathroom and she leaned into the shower to start the water. She faced away from me as she adjusted the temperature of the water. Providing me with a lovely rear view of her compact body. I moved forward and let my erect penis. “What else do you feel?”“Other ... stuff.” She had been trying to resist it, but the residual warmth of regeneration was now settling somewhere else. Pressure was building in her groin, and she started panting in the bathroom.The semen kept her alive, but Mike’s magic made her so fucking horny.“Do you have any requests today? Dead girlfriend? Celebrity? Instagram Influencer?” As Lily listed off the options, she transformed into each of these things, then turned back into herself and slid one of. I didn't want him to discover it, but I was helpless to stop him, helpless to even speak.He slipped his fingers over my fuzzy pubic mound, and my legs spread involuntarily, allowing them to run over my slit. I groaned as he touched my clit, and he let out a huge belly laugh. "You're not wet; you're soaked! How turned on by all this are you?"I just blushed and turned my head away. He grabbed my chin and pulled it back so that my eyes locked on his. "You are mine tonight," he said, and then. I listened intently—some bed rocking, some sighs, and then quiet. Smiling to myself, I went into my chamber and closed the door. I crossed my room and closed the drapes, and then examined my meticulously laid-out clothes. My panties and my bra had most definitely been moved.I just stood there, dumbfounded. My brilliant plan was to get Thomas to fixate on my panties and then find out, once and for all, whether I was the victim of my hyper-sexual over-imagination or the victim of a voyeuristic.