Jesus wept.Suddenly, again in the present time, I could only wonder: how could it be that a woman whose body was covered by a dress that exposed so li...ttle flesh — the top of her full bosom, her neck, her throat, her hands, her wrists — could seem so much more erotic than the virtually nude posturing of the slatterns who constitute what passes for modern eroticism?Knowing there was no rational answer to my question, my mind retreated again to the past.I smiled at her. First because her beauty. They moved towards her exposed breasts and she was slightly surprised how hard her nipples were. Her fingers passed over the top as her nipples moved, then flicked back freely upon release. Her eyes were closed but she could clearly see the image of Bob in front of her, sitting in his big seat; she continued to explore her body."That's some view."She snapped out of it, realising her husband had joined her in the bedroom and was looking directly at her."Jesus!" She reached and grabbed the. She licked my face. She was my only friend. I tookher everywhere. I trained her and competed in dog shows with her. Sheloved being in the the ring. She was great at showing. Majestic. Wewere the cute ones competing against adults. When I was seven, I camehome from school, and my Susie was gone. My parents had sold her forbreeding. She was more valuable that way."Stop!" gasped Penny. She rolled onto her hands and knees, trying tosteady herself. She needed to find her phone. If she found her. Icame out looking exactly like Olivia and not even her mother could tellus apart.This was around the time that I got the second shock. A plain lookinggirl came to me looking for a job. I couldn't believe my eyes. It waslike looking at a younger version of myself. I did a little diggingbehind the scenes. It took a lot of digging to figure out that youreally were my son Robert in disguise. I really must compliment you onyour prosthetics work.I thought about telling you all this before now.? ?I.