At first she tensed in surprise, then she began to moanas I fingered her. After a bit of this she reached downand held my had, and said, “Lets g...o upstairs.”We walked upstairs to her bedroom. She said, “Chris, myhusband used to fuck me on this bed and cum on my face.Your cock is 10 times better than his, I’m really lookingforward to you fucking me!”I ripped my clothes off, spread her legs and stuffed mythick virgin prick into her pussy.She screamed in pleasure. I. "What the hell for?" To feed the fish," I said. "Since Julie's not there. What were you talking about?" Freeing Julie, you ass." She reached across the table to punch me in the arm."Really," muttered the other Karen Thompson, the doll version, still sitting next to me in the booth. She punched me in the other arm."Hey," I complained. "You're gettin' kinda bossy for a living doll."Those words, "living doll," were the magic incantation for changing a doll-turned-woman back into a doll again, and. All I know is that when she came back in, she was still wearing just her tee shirt. She was so sweaty that her tee shirt was opaque and her nipples were clearly perky and hard, her areolas a distinctively different color than her tit meat. It was also apparent her tits were still bound up with rope. Other than her sweat-soaked shirt, my sister had a fine sheen on her legs and arms like a Clydesdale would, after pulling a beer wagon all day.Jessie had purchased some macaroni from the deli. The next morning as I left the house for work a man came up to me and served me with divorce papers. Eve was claiming "irreconcilable differences." Well, I'd always known women were treacherous bitches. I didn't bother to fight the divorce except to point out that the house was mine before we got married. Why bother, we didn't have a marriage anyway.Six months after the divorce Eve moved in with a guy and they set up house keeping. Didn't get married, just moved in together. I know in my heart.