It was a very sultry evening, and there was a distinct possibility of a thunderstorm.A short while later Clare appeared, a glass of chilled Chablis in... hand. She too, had showered, and had put on a cropped, white, cotton top that showed off half her midriff, together with a pale-green short skirt that sat quite low on her hips. She sat down on the swing-couch and rocked back and forth. Over to the west, there was a flash of lightning, and some little while later, we heard a distant rumble."So. She made sure to let me see her bare ass as she bent over with no panties on. Then she spread her knees wide too when she was trying to get herself adjusted. I looked into her smiling face and smiled back at her.As I backed out of our driveway again Stacey opened up her knees for me. That time my wife caught a glimpse of what was going on and placed her hand on my hard cock. My wife never moved her hand until I had parked and was about to get out at the shopping mall.Once again Stacey treated. "Is that me?" watching his lips move, he already knew the answer. He reached out and touched the mirror. The mirror reflected the same movements back and Mark was stunned. The very beautiful blonde starring back at him was stunning, long blonde hair flowed down across his shoulders and down his back down past his shoulder blades; the shaped eyebrows were thin and very attractive and the make-up the maid was applying was just enough to highlight his now very feminine features. Mark starred at. It had all been forgotten, stored away in some internal archive and now having her memories brought back by a being, an entity, a something that shared them and shared them so perfectly. As Ellie focused herself back on the present, standing there in the sitting room, she realised the maid was standing right in front of her. There was a look in her eye, a complicit naughtiness that she was sharing with Ellie, and her lips were so round, so perfect, so similar to Denise’s. The feeling of.