You will also needto see our solicitor who will arrange for name changes to your bankaccounts and get that side sorted out and then I will help you w...itheverything else."He looked at me expectantly, I smiled. "I love men of action."He got up. "Right Helen Vesta, that's enough for now. I will see youtomorrow meanwhile, go tell the girls and have a good evening. Lightsout at eleven tonight, that's if any of you can keep your eyes open thatlong."I wanted to kiss him but thought better of it. "The contents were just a bit of ashock."I noticed that Helen shook her head at the others, to indicate that thiswas a closed subject. Richard put on the large screen television and wewere soon watching a hilarious comedy; the day's worries forgotten.I was glad when it was time for the evening meal. Missing lunch wasn'tsomething my body enjoyed. I noticed Helen was eating quicker thannormal and not in an entirely ladylike fashion."Jayne, take smaller bites," said Emma. It took me a few. M. I was disoriented. For a couple of minutes, I didn’t know where I was. My first realization was that I smelled pussy, and there was a leg between min and pressing on my crotch. As I usually do the morning after eating Cindy out, I licked my mustache to further activate my favorite aroma. I encountered something crusty. I opened my eyes to the sight of naked Karen sprawled across my body.I remembered then. Karen had become my vacation wife, and we had fucked like newlyweds before falling. She checked his pupils, they were still slightly dilated. “I apologize,” she said. “I must have used too much; you were out for four hours.” “Too much what?” “Amazing stuff really. Concocted by a close friend of mine. It comes in two parts. Each part harmless by itself but when mixed together it attacks the central nervous system.” “Two parts?” he managed. “What the hell is going on?” “Good, you’re coming out of it.” “Out of what?” “I slipped you a mickey,” she confessed flatly. “Why did.