She looked down at herself and sighed. Of course, if the Devil was going to furnish clothing for this body it would likely be sexy clothing. Then ag...ain, with this body, she would probably look sexy wrapped in an old dog blanket. "Can I open the door far enough to leave the clothes?" Mike asked."I'll open the door," she said quickly. "You just hand the stuff to me." She moved to block the door with her naked body then carefully eased it open, into the room, careful to keep the door between. I could feel my nipples stiffening, hardening, wanting her touch. Her fingers, her mouth, her tongue… god, even her teeth.She grinned at me as she moved her head lower, as if reading my mind. Her tongue traced lazy circles, ever-decreasing circles spiralling in on my left nipple. Her fingers gripping the boob, her other hand dropping to unzip my skirt.There was something decadently erotic about this fully clothed goddess stripping me, stripping me of my inhibitions as well as my clothes.. . us ... and Anastassia,” I answered Mom, now that I was “decent,” as some folks might put it.“What were you doing that took that long to greet me, kiddo? Something naughty?” Mom winked at me in a way that made me wonder (for the thousandth time) if she really did know what I did with Amy and Anastassia.“Very cute, Mom. Just like you,” I flattered Mom to an extent, as her sorrows had aged her a bit of late.Truth be told, though, Mom wasn’t really that old in appearance. She just had some. "B-b-but you're dominant and I'm submissive. You saidso. So why can't you just dominate me while we stay married?" Lynn, I HAVE dominated you, TOTALLY. And now it's time for me to moveon. Look at you in you're pretty little skirt and blouse. This is yourfuture. But there is no room for that in my future. I am going to wantREAL men. In fact, Marc and Darius are going back to the States withme."I knew, even if I never admitted it to myself, that she had fallen inlove with one or both of these.